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.