Mother asked me to get one of Oma’s dresses for the viewing.
Walking through the house, I could feel Oma in every room.
She was with me; guiding me.
Small things meant a lot to her; like working in the garden, a walk in the park or sitting on her front porch listening to the birds sing.
Oma kept an impeccable home. Her treasured crystal, Rogaska, bowl on her dining room table always had fresh flowers or plants.
Opa loved her pink gown from their 75 anniversary.
He’d said, “My heart fluttered when we danced.”
This will be the dress.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
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