Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #33: Write a piece about your deepest secrets. Poetry or Prose. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Granddad
He stares at me from across the crowded room:
no smile, no familiar twinkle in the eye.
A stranger, almost.
The stare blank, like a canvass or untouched snow.
Chilling and frozen.
His face crinkles in an action reminiscent to that of parchment left too long in the sun.
He is not a ghost but a memory
beginning to fade, beginning to dissolve.
Gone. Forever.