Sharp edges

She loved watching the sun dance on the table, as the rays filtered through the fine micro-angles in the crystal vase.  She would change the texture and colors of the table cloth, just to watch the varied effects.

The black cloth she used today, seemed to have added allure. However, the furrows on her aging forehead deepened as the dance of light continued even after sunset. She gently lifted the plant, and the sparkle of precious stones almost blinded her.

An hour later, her grandson was taken by the police in handcuffs. The old woman had never compromised on ethics.

(100 words)

 

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28 thoughts on “Sharp edges

  1. I love the way you tell this story, Reena. You give us two generous paragraphs of description, including some foreshadowing of the climax by describing her choice of a black cloth – something a jeweller would use to display precious stones. Then you give us a totally unexpected climax which opens our minds to the question you’re asking; should granny have turned in her grandson or not?

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  2. I understand her reasoning to a degree but I don’t think I could do it. Still a really intriguing read on family, loyalty, the law and being put in a terrible position. Very suspenseful. I enjoyed it.

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