Grant glanced furtively at Charlotte, searching for a trace of the woman he had married. Once Charlotte had been quite the Southern Belle, with an infectious laugh and a smile that warmed all of Georgia.
Now, shivering by the graveside, Charlotte’s face was ashen. The war had mercilessly stolen her home, and now her father. Charlotte withered like the winter trees, retreating into the depths of cold silence.
Grant breathed a prayer, and one of the grandbabies burped in reply. The solemn moment shattered, Charlotte laughed.
Like a green leaf breaking through the frost, the sound filled Grant with hope.
One epic photo. 100 words. Friday Fictioneers.
The Artistic Christian 
Out of the mouths of babes. Terrific story. Very nice ending.
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Nice job, John.
The new theme surprised me when the page loaded at first, but I like it.
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Thanks, Whitney! I was just getting tired of looking at the old theme, and thought I might as well get a new theme to ring in the new year!
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Thanks! I enjoyed the poetic take you had on this prompt as well!
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I’m so happy to get a chance to read your stories again. Loved the ending!
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Thanks, Eloise! Glad you survived NaNoWriMo and are back at WordPress!
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Thank you! Glad to be back. 😀
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Beautiful story. Delightful baby’s burp. I love the picture of the hydrangea dripping ice.
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Well, I can’t take credit for the photo…that was provided by the Friday Fictioneers page (see the link above)…
Thanks for reading, and thanks for the encouragement!
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I loved it. Thank you
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I’m glad! 100 words really isn’t many, but it’s a fun challenge!
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You did very well with the 100 words. Powerful. I loved how she langhed at the end. Isnt thst just how it happens? God helps us laugh in our deepest pain.
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Great writing! I was ‘there’ right away.
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Wow – that’s good to hear! Thanks for stopping by!
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