The old woman loved the falling snowflakes. They were big and sparkly and kept fluttering around her, distracting her from the police who came into her home while she was laying on the floor. She had no idea how the officers got into the apartment, and why she couldn’t get up. She must have slipped…
— Read on cabinetofheed.com/2019/04/01/falling-snowflakes-mark-tulin/
Very poignant Mark. My heart hurts for all the Mrs Dowlands. 💗
Same here, Jordy.
A touching story, Mark ❤
I love, love how you wrote this.
Thank you. 🙂
Very sweet. Reminds me of Grandpa’s musings when I visit him. He thinks Grandma is coming back from an outing or is out on the town, having fun. It’s merciful that way. Thanks so much for sharing this story.
You’re welcome, Theresa. Hopefully, we all reach that age and have those musings.
Wow! The beginning is like a long exposure shot in a movie. It’s truly that vivid.
Thank you. That’s a cool perspective. 😎