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She sat cross-legged on the floor. Playing with a

She sat cross-legged on the floor. Playing with a willow o wisp, That had come flitting by. Her grandmother sat on the stool, Combing her hair, As she tied her a plait, Her grandmother looked at her and asked, "Echemu, what are you doing?" She smiled and said with her childlike innocence, "Paatiamma, when I grow old, My hair will be like yours, white as a willow wisp." Her grandmother chuckled. A message notification woke her up from her dream. It was 3 am in the night. It was her father's text message. "Paatiamma passed away, half and hour back" She read the message and looked at the window. A willow o wisp settled on the window pane. "Paatiamma",she sighed. A chilll ran down her spine. A shadow fell on the floor. That did not look like the silhouettes of the trees or the lampost. The grandmother had come to bid goodbye, To her favorite grand daughter. Enroute to the other side.. ©Lakshmi Menon Second story of the horror series. This is "Willow o wisp" #deadgrandmother #souls
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Lakshmi Menon

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Second story of the horror series. This is "Willow o wisp" #deadgrandmother #Souls #suspense

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