The parade was on Sunday.
Nana was excited. She’d be driving Pop Pop’s antique car.
He’d purchased it at an auction. It took him 8 years to restore her.
Sadly, he never got to show her off.
“Will you be able to see, Nana?”, I asked.
“I’ll be dazzling wearing my wide brimmed yellow hat”, she beamed.
“But, the ophthalmologist said to limit your driving.”
“Lily, I wouldn’t miss showcasing your Pop Pop’s car for anything.”
She slept soundly, with a dazzling smile, that night.
I drove the car wearing her wide brimmed yellow hat.
She would have been proud.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
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