Convincing Grandmother

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Travelers stood shoulder to shoulder, shuffling from foot to foot while some bumped into others and stepped on toes. “I'm sorry” echoed throughout the vast area. The reality was he was not going to be able to purchase a ticket in time to hop the only train going out to meet his brother. Yet, he stood in hope, waiting for that possibility of purchasing one. Panic began working its way into his brain.

He had not noticed her previously, but now shewas standing next to him.She reminded him of the grandmother he had known. Kindly face with sparking eyes beneath the brim of the hat.

Hello,” she said, smiling. “It's a shame the trains haven't run for two days “cause of all that fog,”

I just arrived in town this morning. Didn't know about the fog,” he responded hoping his voice didn't reveal his panic. With the war having begun, his brother suddenly received orders to leave the next morning for a three year tour overseas. We planned to get together before his departure tomorrow. There are just the two of us remaining in my familyhe heard himself sharing with a complete stranger.

It looks like I'm not going to make the train,” he lamented as tears began to surface. Compassion spread across her face.

I have to go”. She turned and was swallowed into the sea of chaos.

Ten minutes before train departure, he realized he hadn't moved an inch toward the ticket agent.

I might as well go too,” he sadly told himself. Once out of the crowd, in search of the phones he heard a voice trail from behind him.


Turning around, there stood the same grandmotherly lady.

She pushed an envelope into his hand. “This is your ticket.”

People talking and laughing moved about them, but it was as if they were the only two having a conversation. What was she saying? It was difficult for him to comprehend, but a moment's pause with the shock, he began to realize his day was changing.

He attempted composure, to relay a thank you, but was interrupted.

Hurry to the furthest platform!” she instructed. His head followed the direction of her pointing hand. He turned back to thank her. She was gone.

Hurry” resonated in his head and prompted him to head to the platform. Once settling into his seat, he focused on the surreal moment. The inexplicable event was a puzzle. He didn't remember introducing himself by name, but she had called him by name. He found it surprisingly open of him to discuss his demise with a stranger among hundreds of people. Puzzling, trying to make sense of an inexplicable event. He smiled in thinking of sharing this with his brother...“You won't believe this one.”

She sat atop a windowsillof an upper window in the train head house. “Yes,” she thought, quite pleased. “I did make a convincing looking grandmother”.





Submitted: May 08, 2020

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