I remember her sadness after each visit to her mother: ‘Gran is getting so vague’. As we drive home from our latest visit to her I sigh and shake my head: ‘Gran is getting so vague.’ In the rear view mirror I catch sight of my children, watching the sadness in my eyes: I see into their future, and mine.

Comments
tcook | August 19, 2010 - 12:15
Very good indeed - possible my favourite of these so far.
McWilfo | August 19, 2010 - 12:57
I agree - it unfolds a little more with each word and then you make sense of it all. Very clever. Liked the repetition of words as well - this emphasises the sombre tone somehow.
Margharita | August 19, 2010 - 13:27
Thank you both - and for the cherry, Tony. I actually sat down to write something funny, but it didn't quite come out that way...:(
luigi_pagano | August 19, 2010 - 14:09
"In the rear view mirror I catch sight of my children, watching the sadness in my eyes: I see into their future, and mine."
These lines sum up the vulnerability we all feel and which you so cleverly describe in this short piece.
Very good.
MistakenMagic | August 20, 2010 - 11:01
I agree with Luigi, those last lines are spot on. Well done on the cherry ;)
Magic xxx
Margharita | August 20, 2010 - 11:06
Thanks, Luigi and Magic. And congrats on the Twitter/Facebook pick, Magic!
MistakenMagic | August 20, 2010 - 11:19
Thank you Margharita! It really was the cherry on top of a fantastic day ;)
Magic xxx
darkenwolf | August 24, 2010 - 12:59
Very good, short, sweet and to the point. Well done on the cherry
;)
Margharita | August 27, 2010 - 14:57
Thanks for taking the time to read.