
The light was failing. And it grew cold, so cold. Hoarfrost crackled on dying limbs.
“How can this be? How can the sun abandon us?” Frank was shocked by how reedy and tremulous his voice sounded.
His granddaughter put a hand over his. “It’s just the way of the universe. Everything has its season, comes into existence, lives and dies. As with people, so is with stars.”
“Great,” Frank muttered. “Philosophy.”
She was wise enough to remain silent, knowing she could say nothing. When a grandparent dies, she knew, a world dies with them.
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
Dear Neil,
That last line seared through me. It’s so true. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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Deep words in a short tale.
And very true.
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Thanks so much
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Expertly done, with a great reveal. Fortunately they live on in memories for a few years more before that world is completely lost. Lovely.
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Thanks so much, Iain
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Needs no more, complete and and to the piont.
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Thanks so much, Michael
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Beautifully woven, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Jilly
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Beautifully done, Neil. Just enough crank to truly represent an old man on his last breaths
(by the way, maybe remove the ‘s on Frank?)
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Thanks so much, Dale, and thanks for the catch
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Most welcome!
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Very true. It’s universal truth.
Grandparents are special…
The New Bride – Anita
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Thanks, Anita
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The last line is a killer. We die, we grandparents, and indeed we take a whole world with us.
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Thanks so much, Linda
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Beautifully poignant and unexpected. Loved how you handled this, Neil.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thanks so much, Susan
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Beautiful and expertly told story, Neil. Grandparents are very special. My son recently lost his grandfather (my father) but he lives on in our memories. And yes, our world isn’t the same without him.
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Thanks so much
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Beautiful, wise, and a nice bit of misdirection. A great read.
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Thanks so much
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So very wise of her. it softens the mourning pain.
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I’m not sure her wisdom helps her, but it may help him
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Lovely piece, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Josh
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The last line sums it up perfectly. Loved it!
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Thanks so much
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Very true, that last line. My friend drafted a story of his grandmothers life for his family, she died very shortly after he finished interviewing her. If he hadn’t then all the stories would have died with her.
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Glad it rung a chord
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Skillfully told tale.
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Thanks so much
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The end left me frosty! 😦
Well told!!
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Thanks so much
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Great last line, switches gears to something more personal.
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Thanks so much
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Super story, Neil. You present a truth as hard as granite with gentle empathy. Or is it quite the reverse? Like life and death, nothing is quite as it seems.
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Thanks, Penny. I was aiming to simply trick the reader: to create the initial assumption that we were dealing with the death of a solar system, and then to reveal it was the death of a man. And finally to suggest the two are not so different
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Often you don’t realise just how much they do take with them, until it’s too late. You captured that.
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Thanks so much, Sandra
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Poor confused old man – and what a lovely granddaughter.
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What an interesting reading of the story. Thanks Liz
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True that. A generation goes away with a grandparent.
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Thanks, Abhijit
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Lovely first paragraph and great trickery. I had to read it all again to fully absorb the second layer of meaning. Nice work!
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Thanks so much, Andy
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Loved the way you communicated a very sad truth through the dialogue. Indeed, the passing of a generation feels as if a world is lost. Beautifully written!
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Thanks so much, Brenda
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That last bit certainly told a lot. A lovely piece.
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Thanks so much, Bernadette
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Such a lot conveyed in so few words Neil.
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Thanks so much, Louise. I was pleased with the density
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Wise granddaughter. And a telling silence.
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Thanks, Patrick
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Oh wow. That was good. Very pointed but so true and sad
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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Great description and imagery here. I really liked the last line as well.
-David
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Thanks so much, David
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This was lovely, Neil. I read it a few times just to savour it. My mind still runs over the words “when a grandparent dies, a world dies with them” and then linking that to the sun disappearing.
It is a reverse perspective of the theory that when we die we become stars. In this case, a star dies with us.
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I hadn’t considered that interpretation, Fatima. Thanks so much
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What a deep and poignant ending!
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Thanks so much, Anurag
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A beautifully crafted story Neil. I found the bond between grandpa and grand daughter touching and philosophical. Lovely writing.
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Thanks so much
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Hmmm, interesting. If I am reading it right, the granddaughter was NOT “wise enough to remain silent” — she should never have said the first thing she said. Philosophy not needed then. It sounds like the Grandfather was the wise one. Smile
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People can’t necessarily avoid sometimes saying the wrong thing. But keeping on saying the wrong thing is not too clever
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So beautifully written, such a touching story. Loved the ending.
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Thanks so much
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“Hoarfrost crackled on dying limbs”: that really makes me feel the cold. The last line is so poignant.
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Thanks so much, Magarisa
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Beautifully done. You’ve shown not only the experience of the grandfather, but something of his relationship with his granddaughter as well.
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Thanks so much, Margaret
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Excellently told.
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Thanks so much, Violet
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Lovely piece.
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Thanks so much, Tina
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Makes me think of all the questions I never got to ask my grandma.
Lovely, indeed.
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Thanks so muchm Dawn
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Gulp! Ok, these tears caught me off guard. Of course, I’m not sentimental; I’m a sucker for hoarfrost. 😉 Really good, Neil!
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Thanks so much, Dawn. Be careful the tears don’t freeze
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As above, so below. Thanks for the story.
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Thanks for reading
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It is rare for me to read a story with so much punch! Very, very impressed, Neil! 🙂 🙂
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Thanks so much, Elena
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