Last Words ...

last words from a grandfather to his grandson ... a short story

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     Little Adam goes to his grandfather who is sitting on his wheelchair at the garden. It is cold and quiet out there… trees are motionless, birds that cannot fly nor sing and sky so cloudless and grey.

 

Adam: grandpa … ?

Grandfather: … oh … my little Adam

*Adam smiles and hugs his Grandfather's legs*

 

Grandfather: … you must be cold … here *covers Adam with his scarf*

 

Adam: thanks grandpa

 

Grandfather: you know you are my favorite… ah … ah

 

Adam: grandpa…? Why are you holding your heart like that ?

 

Grandfather: … oh … I just need … some … some candy ...

                         Will you … go get me some … my boy?

 

Adam: Sure thing grandpa!!

 

Grandfather: … and bring back … somebody to see me … anybody …

 

Adam : hmmm … like the balloon man in the park ? to play with us ? *grins*

 

Grandfather: … ahhh … yes yes … bring him *a pause*

                        I'm sorry …

 

Adam *laughs*: I'll be right back

 

*Adam runs towards the gates*

 

Grandfather: …

                        I love you son

          …

 

 

The end

Author's Note

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