Short story 7

She sat there in the middle of all commotion.
Clinging on to something cold and drifting off to a place she found peace,
Her solitude.
Her eyes narrated and re-narrated thousand unspoken stories, of days, months and years, of once upon a time.
As she slowly came back to reality,
the cold was replaced by warmth…
Warmth that her beloved Grammy promised to bestow on her forever.

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