50 Word Stories: Aged

The contours of her crinkled face stood in stark contrast to her bright, clear eyes. Intelligence radiated from the woman like love from the warmest of hearts, her heart. Some called her aged, an old lady awaiting that final journey. I called her Nanna. My name fit her best.

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