Visitation
“Grandma?’ Cindy said surprised.
“Cindy! It’s wonderful to see you again.”
“You’ve been gone for over 15 years, and now you’re standing in my kitchen.”
“It’s the Day of the Dead, sweet child. I’ve been in your thoughts recently, which is why I’m here.” Grandma replied.
“I remember you telling me you talked with the fairies, and I’ve been talking with them too, but Jess thinks I’m going crazy.”
“The entire town thought I was crazy, so be careful who you tell, but you’re not crazy my child.”
Then Grandma was gone again. Had she been really talking with her?
Joanne Fisher
This was written with the prompt Day of the Dead provided by Carrot Ranch’s October 31 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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If an answer is required, the answer is both yes and no. 🙂
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Of course 🙂
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🙂
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That singular moment when Grandma is in the kitchen cooking and guiding is one that makes this story linger. Lovely!
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Thanks ❤
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OMG. My piece is about the dead coming to visit those alive and I titled it “visitation” as well. Crazy, huh? It will be live on my blog tomorrow morning.
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My grandma talks to dead people, but I think she’s actually schizophrenic.
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I talk to myself a lot, and various imaginary people (as far as I know aside from anxiety, depression, OCD, and PTSD, I’m perfectly same….)
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Sane… I meant. Damn autocorrect.
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Some people do talk to themselves. I can’t do it because I get terrified I’ll end up like my grandma: hateful and completely nuts.
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