Fireflies And MoonshineIt was going to be something of a puzzle, she was not a physician after all. A few A & P classes were all she could boast in this respect. Her talents had been better suited elsewhere. Her grandmother though, had taught her to sew, and that too would come in useful on a day like today.Fireflies And Moonshine2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She had learned much at her grandmother’s side, cooking and singing, chanting and cleaning. She could still smell her grandmother’s perfume, so reminiscent of softer days. Stories by the fire with a mouthful of cherry pie heady with brandy and a cinnamon surprise. She had learned of her ancestors and relatives she’d never met, but with lifetimes of color and mystery and grandpa’s spiced tobacco. She reminded herself to call her mother as she continued to work: end to end as it matched up.
Her grandfather had talked of old ways and old religions, of hard work and harder times. She remembered how her tiny smooth had fit is his roughened but gentile one, of how he smelled of hi