A Presence (FF#4)

A Story by nseddy

Friday Fictioneers #4

Before she died I would check in on my grandmother regularly. She always had tea and cake ready for my visits. After the burial and the tears subsided, her house stood empty. Or so I thought. Walking down her driveway one day soon after she passed, I felt a presence watching me from the kitchen widow. I looked up, seeing nothing but knowing she was still there in spirit. Week after week checking in on the house, I felt her there watching me. One day, I looked up and felt nothing. Her presence was gone. I shed one last tear.