Eva reached into the display case and pulled out another item. In the light, she saw it was small crystal wine glass. She twisted and held the glass up towards the old woman balanced on the edge of a fading armchair.
‘Granny, what’s this?’ Eva asked.
‘It was a gift…’ Granny uttered.
‘From grandpa?’
‘No, it was…’ Granny trailed, her face crumpled as she tried to remember.
‘That’s okay,’ Eva replied sadly.
Eva cleaned the glass and set it aside with the other items. Granny hadn’t been able to recall any of them, her memory was too gone.
(Inspired by; https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/06/18/fffaw-challenge-170th/ with thanks).
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