In the chair at the foot of Granny’s bed the doll sat as it always had. As a small child she’d occasionally picked it up to play with “but gently” as her Granny always reminded her.
And now, Granny was no longer there but the doll was and as she picked it up with reverence she thought of the trials that had befallen her grandmother in her long life. How she and grandfather had lost everything during the Great Depression, then a son lost in the Great War, but somehow through it Granny and her doll had survived unharmed, together.
This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is REVERENCE
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