I took one last glimpse of the photo I have admired since age six. My grandmother stood on this very balcony before me, dressed in white and someone captured pure elegance. I never met her, but I love her.
Behind the autumn leaves are patches of bright blue sky. I can’t help but think she had something to do with this picturesque day.
Was she as nervous as I?
I look to my right; my father who inherited Her kind eyes provides me his reassuring wink. Forward we move & approach the stairs – at the bottom, my forever waits.
This was written in response to: Friday Fictioneers.
The goal of Friday Fictioneers is to challenge yourself to write a 100 word story that is influenced by a single photo. If you’d like to learn more and/or participate, click here.