Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Copyright Raina Na
First Sunday After
Stopping in the doorway, Jackson looked at the empty kitchen. The funeral for Jackson’s grandfather was over; family members dispersed back to their own homes.
This Sunday morning, there was no Grandpa to bake biscuits, to scramble up some eggs. Jackson’s memory showed him Grandpa reaching for the coffee cups, hair uncombed, wearing his thread-bare robe, white socks keeping the cold floor at bay.
Sunlight shined through the curtains. Grandpa loved the Sunday sunrise. Jackson smiled. Taking down a coffee cup, he started the coffee machine, turned on the oven. Jackson would make the coffee and biscuits from now on.
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It's a long story ... 
I like it. I sparked emotion!
What a lovely story! Intimate memories, well told with so much emotional truth. Very nice.
Thank you! This is one I wanted to make longer, putting in more love from the grandfather.
Lovely write up:)
Great to keep up old traditions. We were on a similar wave length this week.
Ah, traditions. They somehow aren’t the same without the people with whom we share them. But we try… Excellent story!
Nicely done. And so the next generation assumes the role of the previous one.
There is a very strong gentleness here.. love it.
And so every generation passes the baton to the next. Very well written and so tearfully poignant! Nan
I enjoyed this story, Tresha. I was so full of family warmth and love. It’s so nice Jackson is now carrying on the family tradition. 🙂 — Suzanne
Sad but peaceful. He’s stepping up to continue in his grandfather’s steps. He’s looking back but also forward. Lovely.
memories, they are the only ones that stay after the person is gone