Title: Sifting Sand
Challenge: Time
Words: 100 not counting title
There is a time for everything, she thinks, and she hears him at the door and it opens.
NO CARD GAMES THIS TIME, he said, and she smiled a little.
"I know," she said, and it dissolved into a cough. "I've lived a good life."
YOU HAVE DONE MUCH WITH WHAT TIME YOU WERE GIVEN.
"Don't have to tell me," she said, her voice barely a whisper, but he could hear her, she knew. He heard everything. "Will I see them?"
I DO NOT KNOW. He stretched his hand and looked at the lifetimer in his palm. There was a gentle sigh as the last sand hit the bottom, and Granny Weatherwax smiled and was gone.
Challenge: Time
Words: 100 not counting title
There is a time for everything, she thinks, and she hears him at the door and it opens.
NO CARD GAMES THIS TIME, he said, and she smiled a little.
"I know," she said, and it dissolved into a cough. "I've lived a good life."
YOU HAVE DONE MUCH WITH WHAT TIME YOU WERE GIVEN.
"Don't have to tell me," she said, her voice barely a whisper, but he could hear her, she knew. He heard everything. "Will I see them?"
I DO NOT KNOW. He stretched his hand and looked at the lifetimer in his palm. There was a gentle sigh as the last sand hit the bottom, and Granny Weatherwax smiled and was gone.
