Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The Nice Thing About Strangers
She gives her grandchildren a bright, rainbow umbrella. She opens it for those cherubs–a boy and a girl in galoshes–and lets the girl hold it over them both. She follows with a smart navy blue umbrella of her own. She smiles over them. The rain doesn’t change their day, they are out on a walk with Grandma just as planned. It’s a peaceful time together.
The rain isn’t too serious. However, up above, a gutter is clogged. Just a few meters ahead water pours in a stream onto the sidewalk. Grandma spies the temptation. “Nee, nee,” she’s giving them a no, anticipating their plan to test the umbrella under the splash. The small ones have picked up their pace and Grandma follows, continuing her warning, hustling to catch them. At the last moment, they obey. They step out of the tempting waterfall.
Yet, Grandma’s protective momentum leads her onward, right…
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I love how you capture the moment and show it to us.
Thank you so much, Ellen! 🙂