tiny tale #65: Nia and her forgetful grandma

The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor with a lurch.
Thanks to the built-in safety feature, the elevator had stopped at the nearest floor when the power went off.
Just a few minutes ago, Nia had received a call from a very panicked Grandma Agnes.
Grandma had misplaced her glasses. Again!
Nia rushed to her grandma’s apartment. Good thing that both of them lived in the same building!
Grandma without her glasses and electricity was a recipe for disaster.
Nia calmed Grandma and started searching.
She found the glasses in no time.
Grandma had left it by her book! AGAIN!

(100 words)

Sometimes, I find my own grandmother frantically searching for her glasses. More often than not, her glasses would be safely perched on the top of her head! 

Have you had any such experiences with your loved ones? 🙂

This post was written in response to the First Line Friday prompt and the Friday Fictioneers prompt. The First Line Friday prompt is hosted by Dylan at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The challenge is to include his line as the very first line of our post. The Friday Fictioneers prompt is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. The challenge is to weave a story in 100 words using the given photo prompt. Click on the links to read entries by my fellow bloggers and to know more about these challenges.

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