Long time, no see

".... as if she’d practiced them since she got the gift to speak. I reached down to lay a small bouquet of flowers by her grave, with a faint smile on my lips. ”Thank you,” I heard myself speak before turning, and walking off, like I’d done on that day thirty years ago. " Kort novelle på engelsk. fortæl mig hvad du syntes

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1. Long time, no see

 

Diagnosed with lung cancer, this would maybe be the last time they saw each other, ever again.

”You were adorable as a baby,” she said, her voice being all rusty, full of death. I looked up, raising an eyebrow, but all I got as an answer was a chuckle, followed by low coughing. ”Don’t you think it’s kind of funny, child?” Grandma continued, staring out at something in the distance which i couldn’t quite spot myself. ”How we’re all born the same. We’re all born small and helpless, screaming, sleeping, eating. But as time passes by, we all change into directions completely different from what we were.”.
I thought about that for a while. I really did.
”Take you and me for example. There’s gotta be at least 40 years of difference between us, yet we’ve both been the same. And now you’re sitting there with your spiky hair, listening to your granny.”. She winked down at me, giving one of those soothing chuckles you couldn’t help but love. But it sounded so sick, so faint. So heart breaking, in a way. ”I’m glad we got to speak. You’ve got your mothers eyes,” she said, and again I was left speechless, lost in thought. She reached her bony hand to my shoulder, holding it there for a while, and just smiling a little, wrinkles forming by her eyes. ”You’ve got your daughter’s eyes,” I managed to speak, giving a half smile before jumping down from the bench, walking off.

And that was the last i saw to her. Just two months later, her cancer won, and left her for dead. And here I stand, by her grave, thirty years later, and still think about the words she spoke, as if she’d practiced them since she got the gift to speak. I reached down to lay a small bouquet of flowers by her grave, with a faint smile on my lips. ”Thank you,” I heard myself speak before turning, and walking off, like I’d done on that day thirty years ago.

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