She haltingly reached to grasp my hand. Her hand was cold. Her grasp was gentle. But the look in her eyes was bold and unwavering.
“It is time.”
“Time?” I mimicked back. I knew what she meant.
Grandmama was a fighter. She had held on. Unbelievably, in the last three months, she had witnessed her youngest granddaughter graduate university, had been blessed with one more Christmas, and had attended her favorite grandson’s wedding.
I smiled at the thought… I was her only grandson.
“Yossef, you promised.” Grandmama’s eyes did not leave mine.
“I promise,” I replied. It was time.
Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: December 22, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that steps beyond. It can be a door, a tunnel, a worm hole in space. You can create an explicit for what “beyond” is or you can simply use the word. Follow the prompt where it takes you, beyond what you think you know is there.