Love’s an action verb. Nana knew I loved her, right? Even though I often snubbed her for Jacob, a man she never met.
I left him a message hours ago. He finally texts: But all your family will be there, and I don’t have gas.
If there was a ever time he’d do something for me . . . for once . . .if he loved me . . . Is this the action Nana meant?
Nicki calls again. “Reverend’s about to pray over her body.”
The driving rain makes it difficult to see the road to Jacob’s. Somehow, I feel it’s Nana’s doing. She wants me home.
word count: 100
Join Moral Mondays, a new weekly challenge to write a 100-word fable or story based on the moral/lesson provided in the prompt. Today’s moral: Love conquers all