This is an encore of a previous entry for Friday Fictioneers. Our Purple Goddess has granted permisson to repeat our story since the photo prompt is having another go-round. Enjoy ….
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.
2017©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
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February 1, 2017 at 11:38 am
At least Nana enjoyed thinking and dreaming about driving the car. Lily driving was a lovely tribute to both her grandparents. Good writing, Isadora. 🙂 — Suzanne
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February 1, 2017 at 3:42 pm
I always appreciate your kind words, Suzanne. Yes, I was hoping for a feel good ending on tis one.
Thank you,
Isadora 😎
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January 31, 2017 at 11:26 am
Sweet story. Made me smile.
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February 1, 2017 at 10:15 am
I’m pleased you enjoyed the story, Dawn. I wanted to convey a lovingly tender relationship between the granddaughter and her Nana. Thank you for visiting and smiling.
Isadora 😎
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January 29, 2017 at 12:08 pm
That was really sad, but uplifting at the same time. Well done.
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January 29, 2017 at 6:08 pm
Poor Nana and Pop Pop weren’t able to see the dream come true.
I’m pleased you enjoyed, Sandra. Thank you for the comment and visit.
Isadora 😎
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January 29, 2017 at 11:33 am
This is bittersweet, neither Pop Pop nor the grandmother got to drive the car but t least the granddaughter knew what was right to do in their memory
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January 29, 2017 at 6:09 pm
Yes, it’s bittersweet. I think they could see and enjoy their granddaughter fulfilling their dream.
Thanks for visiting and commenting, Michael.
Isadora 😎
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January 28, 2017 at 12:02 am
So sad, but great writing
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January 28, 2017 at 6:23 pm
If one dies peacefully, it can be a good thing for them and others.
But, it’s sad Nana couldn’t drive the car herself. But, with bad eyes,
perhaps it was best. Thank you, Michael for your very nice comment.
Have a nice weekend …
Isadora 😎
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January 27, 2017 at 5:49 pm
Such a bitter sweet ending. Nice take on the prompt.
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January 28, 2017 at 6:25 pm
Yes, it’s a little bittersweet. But, Nana’s wish of fulfilling Pop Pops wish was accomplished despite her demise.
Thank you for stopping by and leaving your insghtful comment.
Isadora 😎
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January 27, 2017 at 5:28 pm
You delivered your story so well. The end was a delightful surprise.
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January 28, 2017 at 6:26 pm
Her granddaughter was strong enough to help accomplish Nana’s wish for Pop Pop’s car to be viewed by all.
Thank you, Alicia, for your very nice comment on my story.
Isadora 😎
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January 27, 2017 at 5:15 pm
What a sweet story. And I can absolutely picture that yellow hat!
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January 28, 2017 at 6:11 pm
I wanted to showcase a loving relationship between the granddaughter and Nana. I’m pleased that came acorss, Sandra.
Thank you for visiting and commenting.
Isadora 😎
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January 27, 2017 at 5:09 pm
A touching story and a great bittersweet last line reveal. Well done.
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January 28, 2017 at 6:10 pm
Nana fell asleep somehow knowing her desires would be met by her granddaughter. Peaceful rest, Nana.
Thanks Iain.
Isadora 😎
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January 27, 2017 at 2:26 pm
Great sequence of events and nailed the rhythms of the story telling. Bravissimo, Iz.! My dad had a 1934 Chrysler Airflow, only 1000 of them made. I got to drive it once. It was rebuilt and cost, as a pile of junk in 1988, $1000. A lot of money for the time. Sold it for $35,000 in 1992. My dad’s right hand went bad due to an old Navy injury in the war, so he can’t drive a stick. I have driven many cars in parades, so this is a nice story.
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January 28, 2017 at 6:53 pm
Gracias, mi amigo ….
My neighbor restores vintage cars. His go way back too. It’s great to see his fellow collectors in his driveway from time to time.
Some of them are in pastel colors. I guess they did that back then. He shows them in local car shows. They’re costly. He sells them from time to time too. If we only knew that things would increase in price we’d save everything.
Thanks for the interesting car history. Have a fabulous weekend …
Isadroa 😎
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January 27, 2017 at 12:39 pm
Querida Isadora,
Love story, otra vez. 😉
Purple goddess? More like the purple airhead. I really forgot that I had posted this picture before. At least I didn’t tell the same story, although, both times I took a scene from my third book and both times they were about the same character.
Shalom y abrazos,
Rochelle
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January 28, 2017 at 6:37 pm
Querida Rochelle,
I thought I’d get away from my grim stories of late. Although, Nana doesn’t quite make the parade.
However, the granddaughters love rises about that. Thank you for enjoying it a 2nd time. ❤️
No es cabeza de aire. I forget the photos I post on my photograpy blog. I believe there are some
that may not have been participants the first time around … AND … some may not have read our stories the
first time. There’s always something good that can come out of a small boo-boo.
LOL … on your repeat character. Perhaps, he channeled you to do that. One never know ….
Adios Diosa de los escritores …
Abrazos
Isadora 😎
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January 27, 2017 at 12:36 pm
Just as lovely the second time around!
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January 28, 2017 at 6:07 pm
I’m please it was as good the 2nd time around. A little mind respite for me due to the photo repeat. Happy about that.
Have a super weekend …
Izzy 😎
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January 27, 2017 at 11:54 am
My granddaughter’s name is Lily. Perhaps one day she’ll wear a yellow hat and drive my car.
A lovely, bittersweet ending here.
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January 28, 2017 at 6:05 pm
Lily is a favorite name of mine. I love the flower too. I had wanted to name one of my daughters that name. I was out-voted. She became Kaila instead. Oh well … democracy at play. 😁
I wear hatsand scarves all the time and tend to include them sometimes in my stories. Perhpas, she will wear a yellow hat someday. I’m sure she’ll look divine. Thank you RG for your comment and visit. Sweet words left here ….
Isadora 😎
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January 27, 2017 at 10:41 am
Oh this is beautiful, really touching.
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January 28, 2017 at 5:52 pm
I’m always so pleased when you visit, Gilly. Your encouraging words forge my writing forward.
Perhaps, you might like to join in. It’s open to all types of writing. You might enjoy a new venue.
Have a lovely weekend …
Issy 😎
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January 27, 2017 at 10:38 am
There is something sinister about that car
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January 28, 2017 at 5:50 pm
Perhpas, the former owners spirit is being playful. 😳
Thank you, Neil for visiting and leaving your thought provoking comment.
Isadora 😎
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