1. Gramps
... gravestone and the wilted flowers drooping inside a modest vase. The flowers were so lovely, like delicate pieces of blown glass. "Gramps, what kind of flower is that?" she asked. He sat for a few moments as if thinking of sweet memories, "they are spider lilies, your Grams loved spider lilies more than anything. Sometimes I think she loved them more than me. Grams ... more than me, but it sure seemed like it sometimes." "She loved you Gramps, just like I do!" She wondered why neither of them spoke again, but she never asked. They sat for hours by the grave of grams and did nothing but ...
- Word Count: 546
- Approx Pages: 2
- Grade Level: High School