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The week’s prompt:… as I put the decorations away I … + 100 words
Smash! “I sorry, Grammie.” Beth’s lip wobbled; solitaire-size tears leaked to her chin.
“Sweetie, it’s okay. Come sit.”
“It was a accident.”
Brushing copper wisps aside, she raised watery eyes. “You mad now?”
“At you? Never. Who wants a hug?”
Beth giggled and climbed upon her lap.
Grammie wiped the little face. “Each year, as I put the decorations away, I remember your mom, no bigger than you. One Christmas I dropped and broke her favorite ornament, a glass angel.”
“Did she cry?”
“No. I did. She said we’d buy another one.”
“Yes. Two. Mine’s near the top—there.”
“Mine too. My tree”
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