“What will Heaven be like?” Her youthful eyes looked to him for answers.
His breathing tubes got in the way when he tried to speak to her. “You know when you see a really dark rain cloud and most of it is black?”
She nodded her agreement.
“Well, Heaven will be like those glorious slices of silver light that radiate around the cloud. Those little pieces of light give everyone hope for something better.”
She curled up under her Grandfather’s arm and held him as closed his eyes. She knew he was on his way to find that silver light.
Written for the 100-Word Challenge over at Julia’s Place. Photo credit is all my own.