Presence

word count: 99

“Despite grandma’s protest, grandpa got a ceiling fan installed in the verandah that was accidentally placed too close to the wall and the classy old fan was too big to just evade the wall narrowly. That night, after grandma took her last breath, there was a storm that made the fan dwindle and its moving blades were damaged by the wall.”
“But who would switch on the fan during a storm?”
“Oh, it was grandpa, they said he often did that to vex grandma.”
“But she died almost an year after him!”

“Yup. and the fan never moved again.”

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This post is written in response of Friday Fictioneers