She picked up another book. ‘Merry Christmas Ginny, Love Grandma Izzy. Christmas 2098’. Now she read to her own granddaughter.
Where’d time gone? In fact, where had Grandma gone? In her rocking chair on Christmas Day, she’d disappeared. Full police search; nothing. Isabel sat back, eyes closed then snapped them open. “Grandma??? Where’ve you been?”
“Everywhere. You ready to come with me?
“Can I bring my book, Grandma?”
“Of course, dear.”