Julia at http://www.juliasplace.org.uk gave us a lovely photo prompt this week. Here’s my 100 words based on it:
“I hate autumn. Bloody leaves get everywhere.”
“They’re very pretty, Fred. Make the garden colourful.”
I remember Grandpa saying it, even now, twenty years later.
And I remember hearing Grandma too.
But what I remember most, when she lay in bed that last autumn after her stroke, unable to move, dependent on others for every need was when I saw him come from the garden with a dozen of the brightest leaves and take them to her bedside. He kissed her forehead, picked up her hand, oh so gently, and stroked her fingers over the beautiful, dying, leaves.