When I saw Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, I knew exactly what I was going to write. Here it is, in exactly 100 words
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Nan had lived in the house in the glen since she was married. That made sixty-three years, five of them alone since Grandad died. We grandchildren visited, reluctantly, too foolish to appreciate the peace and quiet. When the council decided to flood the glen to make a reservoir, Nan refused to leave. The night before the bailiff came, she set Grandad’s chair outside, looking down the glen. That’s where they found them in the morning, her and the old dog with his head in her lap, her face to the sunrise. I often wonder if she saw it.