More Than Anything We Can See – Fiction

So!  Here it is!  My submission for a piece of writing no more than 400 words.  This was great!  I went all the way to  252 words.  Incredible!  So this challenge should have something to do with ‘morning’.  More pieces can be found here at Literary Lion.  Thanks for offering this challenge!

More Than Anything We Can See

Granville always promised stuff to Marlene. This and that and almost anything. So, when they rushed Gran to the hospital, Marlene was in shock.

The emergency room was bright and cold and so very public. This didn’t stop Marlene from flinging herself over Gran’s body and sobbing, “He promised me he wouldn’t die before me.”

The doctors thought Marlene was nuts. Or cold. Or detached. Marlene was none of these. Marlene was simply holding on to one last thread of hope for a promise to be kept.

The entire point of it all was that Granville promised so much of himself away to people. So many of his golden morning sunrises. The other entire point of it all was that Gran’s promises weren’t meant to be kept. They were meant to appease and soothe the moment. Marlene didn’t know this. No matter how many promises Gran broke, Marlene believed in him. And this death part promise seemed unbreakable.

And so, when Gran died first, most everyone felt badly for Marlene. Not that anyone else blamed Gran for dying first.

Years later, I went with my cousins and aunts to clean out the family crypt. We brushed away ashes and bones.

“It’s not just dusty promises,” our old Aunt Lulu whispered. She filled a small tie bag with some ashes and bones.

“Oh Lulu,” Aunt Cleo said. She put her arm over her sister’s shoulder. “Let’s not go there now.”

“She should have forgiven him,” Aunt Lulu said.

Ellespeth

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