Friday Flash Fiction
She begins to sing and her grandmother joins her, but it is only in her mind. Only in the black spaces between the time one gets into bed and the time one falls asleep. Her grandmother keeps her company in those black spaces, and she sleeps into the calm her grandmother’s voice brings her. She has not heard the grandmother’s voice outside her head since she was a child. Since the terrible night her parents’ house was broken into by men in uniforms, men who were not on the honorable side of soldiering. The crashes of splintering the front gate of the family compound and the front door to their home seemed greater than the thunder that came down from the hills on hot summer evenings. Her parents were killed, her grandmother disappeared. Why she had been spared their fates, she could not discern. She might have kept asking herself whywhywhy but when she did, she was not able to sleep. Then her grandmother’s voice began to sing to her, singing in the darkness between slipping under the covers and falling asleep. She listens to her grandmother’s voice.
Update 29 January 2017: big thanks to my fellow blogger Dahlia, for inspiring me to write a “part 2,” which will lend more hope for this child. As they say, stay tuned for more!