This summer, I lost both my grandfather and grandmother in the space of a month. I've never been particularly good at writing poetry, but I am rather fond of flash fiction to help vent emotion. I hope you guys enjoy this piece. It isn't biographical, but it was the emotions I was feeling at the time of the writing.
The Ending of Days
By: Nathan Barra
An old man sits on an uncomfortable chair, watching sixty years end. Blue codes and rushing hands, flurries mournfully ending in silent moments. A glance at the clock, a noting of time and the ending of two lives.
The room clears to silent stillness. Standing, he shuffles and stoops. A hand to her neck, lips to her brow. A tear falling between two cheeks.
Sinking back, he rests his head and closes his eyes. “He’s taking it so well,” they whisper, but fail to notice his breathing has ceased.Tags: Thursday's Thoughts