Flash fiction:
A story in exactly one hundred words:
Family, friends and neighbours crowded into the large, dim room. She was loved by so many. Even her tally man Mick, clean shaven for the occasion peered over the coffin. She always had a thing for him. Some of the family thought there was more to it, saying the last child, my aunt Maura, looked a lot like him.
Everybody took turns to be with her, each with their own stories of her goodness to them.
I waited and at last she was alone. Tears dropped on to white as I placed my rosary in her joined hands. “Goodbye, Nan.”
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