“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.
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This is great. It reminded me of hanging with my grandfather, fishing, or just watching Atlanta braves games, when he alive.
BTW, we’d love to have you at 100 word song. Every Wednesday morning we have a new one. Right now it’s http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2013/10/16/100-word-song-thunderkiss-65/ on Wednesday, it will be penitentiary by citizen cope.
great piece
Thanks Lance….and I’ll be sure to check out 100 word song. 🙂
A touching little story.
Thank you. Seems we were reading each other’s at the same time!
Beautiful and sad.
I love seeing the silver linings in clouds and those little slices where the light escapes and through some miracle (which is probably something to do with the light reflecting of the water in the air) you can see everything that much more brilliantly.
Thank you…and I love seeing them too. They never seem as glorious in pictures, but I keep trying.