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smashed hopes

"Aisling, my little dreamer."

"Aisling, my little dreamer." My grandmother's voice drifts out of the mist and wafts over to me like a warm embrace,

"Aisling, my little dreamer." My grandmother's voice drifts out of the mist and wafts over to me like a warm embrace, and I smile at the familiar timber.

"Grandma, can I have a guitar?"

"Grandma, can I have a guitar?" My voice is hopeful as I turn to the direction of her voice,

"Grandma, can I have a guitar?" My voice is hopeful as I turn to the direction of her voice, searching for her face through the mist.

An object floats towards me through the mist,

An object floats towards me through the mist, and I reach up to see that it's a guitar,

An object floats towards me through the mist, and I reach up to see that it's a guitar, homemade from a cardboard base with the strings made out of thread

An object floats towards me through the mist, and I reach up to see that it's a guitar, homemade from a cardboard base with the strings made out of thread cut out from her tattered apron.

My eyes widen in wonder,

My eyes widen in wonder, as I pluck out a note,

My eyes widen in wonder, as I pluck out a note, my fingers soft on the string,

My eyes widen in wonder, as I pluck out a note, my fingers soft on the string, and my mouth opens to sing a quiet song.

"goodbye, goodbye,

"goodbye, goodbye, all that we've been through.

"goodbye, goodbye, all that we've been through. goodbye, goodbye,

"goodbye, goodbye, all that we've been through. goodbye, goodbye, I will remember you."

Except I'm not sure why I'm saying goodbye,

Except I'm not sure why I'm saying goodbye, because my grandmother's voice is right there, right next to me,

Except I'm not sure why I'm saying goodbye, because my grandmother's voice is right there, right next to me, our voices twining together

Except I'm not sure why I'm saying goodbye, because my grandmother's voice is right there, right next to me, our voices twining together in a symphony of beauty as my fingers continue to pluck out the tune on my guitar.

Except I'm not sure why I'm saying goodbye, because my grandmother's voice is right there, right next to me, our voices twining together in a symphony of beauty as my fingers continue to pluck out the tune on my guitar. I turn, and I watch my grandmother's wrinkled, smiling face slowly fade away until-

It was nothing but a dream.

Hey guys! This is the ending of a short story I wrote.

Hey guys! This is the ending of a short story I wrote. I'm making this so you can try and guess in the comments what happened before ;)

Hey guys! This is the ending of a short story I wrote. I'm making this so you can try and guess in the comments what happened before ;) Hints: - look at the title

Hey guys! This is the ending of a short story I wrote. I'm making this so you can try and guess in the comments what happened before ;) Hints: - look at the title - look for clues in the text

Hey guys! This is the ending of a short story I wrote. I'm making this so you can try and guess in the comments what happened before ;) Hints: - look at the title - look for clues in the text - there is no right answer (because you haven't read the beginning lol)

written by: diana

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