A Life Lived in Hundreds

by Botched Lobotomy

1410

The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and the trees were a-rustling with apples. Wind whispered sweet nothings through branches above, singing songs to their fellows in breeze. Granny Smith wandered through them with care, talking back to the trees--gently when she found a target, sternly when they gave her lip--telling them all the things she remembered. These days would soon be a thing of the past, she knew, could feel inside her bones--ten years, maybe less, maybe more. Ah, well. For now, life was good. It was a bright and a beautiful day.
Granny Smith burst into tears.

Comments

[Bandy]

Perfect way to wrap this story up. I'll be able to give my full thoughts in the near future, but suffice to say this is one of the most memorable stories I've read in recent years and absolutely merits additional reads.

[Bicyclette]

and of course the Granny Smith we know from the canon is now fully taking shape. a bit eccentric, always appreciative of the little things, of life being good, in a way that comes across as the folksy you would expect from the character archetype. all those pieces built up in the story and coming together now. all with this secret romance that would always end far too soon, all hidden up in there all cozy and warm and hollow

[Bad Horse]

Those last 5 sentences... say a lot in-between the words.