Death Of Grace: A Narrative Fiction

I am sitting in a rocking chair, in front of the fire place. I am hear the creak as I go back and forth and the crackling sound of the fire. I keep thinking of her. The beautiful maiden that used to be my daughter. I still think about her, and every detail that she had. My daughter’s name was Grace. At the time she was dating a boy. She never talked about him, just mention his name a few times. It was until four years ago her boyfriend has caught my attention. That day was the day he killed Grace. That day was such a blur too. All I could think is that my beautiful daughter, Grace, was dead because of that furious monster of a boyfriend she had. I could feel and smell the salty tears roll down my cheeks as I thought about Grace. It was a long time since I cried from her. I am depressed often now days. My friend tried to get me out of the house. But, I refuse or change the subject. So after a while of neglecting my friends, …show more content…
“Go on” I said hoping it isn’t some thing that is extensive. “ Let’s plant some flowers! A new garden has been made in the town! It is just a block away!” she said in enthusiasm. “I don’t know. You know that I don’t like going out…” I said in fear and worry. “Don’t worry! I am sure it will help you. Now follow me!” she said and dragged me out of the house and into her car to go to the flower shop. We drove up to the flower shop called Petals and Pennies. As Maize and I walked into the shop, all I could smell is the beautiful scent of roses and pollen. Maize walked up to the clerk and talked to her. As she was babbling away, I went looking around to see extraordinary flowers. Thats when Maize said, “ You can pick out some flowers for the garden, I will pay.” So I went off to find some flowers. When I was walking around I found some Forget-Me-Nots, they’re Grace’s favorite