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Fingerprints

A short story for anyone who is missing their loved ones ...

Fingerprints

by Kathryn Calvert

Grandma busily scurried around the house, making sure everything was tidy. All the cushions were perfectly plump on the sofa, a vase of fresh flowers was placed next to the fireplace, and there was not a speck of dust to be found anywhere.

Just as she finished wiping the glass coffee table in the living room, the doorbell rang. Grandpa shouted, “I’ll get it!” as Grandma put her cleaning cloth away.

“Hi, Grandpa! Hi, Grandma!” yelled six-year-old George and his little sister Sarah in unison as they raced into the house, forgetting to take off their shoes.

“Hello, children!” replied Grandma, frowning at the little bits of dirt the children had managed to track down the hallway. “Can you take your shoes off, please?”

George and Sarah looked at each other and gasped. They immediately turned around, walked back to the front door, and took their shoes off, before racing into the living room.

Grandma opened her mouth to call after them but was interrupted by Mom and Dad, who had finally stepped into the house. “I brought some dessert for lunch. I hope you’ll like it,” said Mom, carrying a foil-covered baking dish. “We would’ve walked here today, but I didn’t want to drop it.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful! Thank you!” said Grandma, taking the dessert.

“It’s very chocolaty and gooey,” said Mom, “but the kids love it.”

Grandma laughed nervously and said, “I’m sure we have lots of napkins somewhere.”

“Now, now,” sighed Mom.

Dad and Grandpa chuckled in unison.

****

Meanwhile, in the living room, George and Sarah were having lots of fun. George was jumping on the sofa and landing on his bottom, bouncing off the plump cushions.

Sarah was doing cartwheels and thought she could do a one-handed cartwheel. “Watch me, George, watch me!” she squealed.

George sat down on the rumpled sofa to watch his sister.

Sarah stood in the doorway, took a deep breath, and ran into the room with one arm raised up and the other tucked behind her back. She leaped into the air and plunged down, her stretched out arm making contact with the recently vacuumed carpet, and her legs flew up into the air… and then BAM!!!

Sarah lost her balance and crashed down onto the floor, knocking over the vase of fresh flowers. It was a mess. Water spilled everywhere and the flowers looked frazzled. The carpeting was soaked and there were a few crinkled petals plastered onto the soggy surface.

George gulped.

Sarah turned bright red.

Footsteps came stomping down the hallway. “What is going on here?” demanded Grandma with her hands on her hips. She instantly noticed the rumpled sofa and then shrieked when she saw the knocked over flowers.

She started to march towards the mess when Sarah said, “It’s okay, Grandma. I’ll pick them up. I’m sorry.”

Sarah stood the vase up and then crawled towards the coffee table. She planted her hands on the table and pulled herself upright.

Grandma watched in horror as her perfectly spotless glass coffee table became loaded with fingerprints. Lots of tiny fingerprints. Everywhere.

She was about to scold Sarah when Grandpa called out, “Lunch is ready!”

Sarah and George ran out of the room past Grandma, who just looked around the trashed living room with disgust.

****

Mom, Dad, and the kids loved visiting Grandma and Grandpa on Sunday afternoons. Grandma always cooked the best roast beef with mashed potatoes and gravy, and Grandpa was always eager to hear about their week.

This week was no different. The table was set with Grandma’s cream tablecloth, the Sunday plates, and the good silverware. The roast beef was delicious, and the family shared lots of news and laughs.

When it was time for dessert, Grandma brought out some extra napkins and set them on the table. She groaned to herself as she served the gloopy chocolate fudge brownies to her family.

“Here you go,” she said. “Be sure to use your forks.”

George took one look at his brownie and his hands dived right in. Sarah watched George and then did the same thing. Within seconds, there was chocolate goo all over their faces, all over their hands, and chocolate fingerprints all over Grandma’s cream tablecloth.

Mom and Dad gulped.

Grandma’s face turned beet red.

Grandpa rolled his eyes.

“Aaargh!” screamed Grandma. “You kids are so messy! You don’t take care of anything! What did I just say about using your forks?”

“Mom, it’s okay. Calm down. It’s just a bit of chocolate. It will wash out. I’m sure of it,” said George and Sarah’s mom.

“It’s not just the brownies!” cried Grandma. “Every week you come here and mess up my house. The kids rumple up my sofa, they get fingerprints all over my coffee table, and they forget to take off their shoes!”

Grandpa reached out to Grandma to calm her down. “It’s okay, dear. They are only children.”

Just then, Sarah got up from her seat and cautiously whispered, “I’ve gotta go potty.”

She turned to exit the dining room, and as she did, she put her hand on the wall by the doorway and swung herself out of the room, leaving five gooey chocolate fingerprints behind.

****

“Thanks for a wonderful meal,” said Mom and Dad as they left Grandma and Grandpa’s house.

 “Goodbye, Grandma. Goodbye, Grandpa,” said George and Sarah, giving Grandpa a big hug. The children then turned to Grandma, gave her a quick hug, and then raced outside to the car.

“See you next week!” Grandpa called after them. Grandma nodded and waved as the family drove off.

“Ah, it is always so good to see them,” sighed Grandpa as he shut the front door.

“Yes, yes it is,” muttered Grandma as she grabbed a cleaning cloth and rushed to the living room.

Grandpa just shook his head.

****

Next week’s Sunday lunch didn’t happen. Nor the week after that…or the week after that. No one could believe how their lives had changed overnight.

The city was under a stay-at-home order. There was a new virus going around and it was making a lot of people sick. So people were asked to stay at home to stop the virus from spreading. The only place where people could go was to the store to buy food and any medicine that they needed. People could go out for walks as long as they stayed away from others, but as it was March and it was still cold and windy, few did.

Grandma and Grandpa stayed safe in their house, while Mom, Dad, George, and Sarah remained safe in their own house. Even though they couldn’t visit each other, the family did talk on the phone and they even had a video chat online.

But it wasn’t the same. The kids were missing Grandma and Grandpa. And at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, Sundays seemed especially quiet without the noise and laughter of the children.

As the winter turned into spring, Mom, Dad, Sarah, and George started to go for a family walk on Sundays to pass the time. People were allowed to exercise, but they still had to stay away from others.

So the family would take a walk to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. The kids were sad that they couldn’t go inside, but they still were excited to see them.

Grandma and Grandpa would wait for them by the living room window, and when the family arrived, George and Sarah would race to the window, plastering their faces to the glass along with their hands as they peered inside.

Sometimes the kids would hold up pictures they had drawn, or they would loudly sing a song for Grandpa and Grandma. They would bring signs that read “I miss you” and “We love you, Grandma and Grandpa!” Sarah would always decorate them with lots of hearts and pretty flowers with butterflies.

Grandma and Grandpa would smile and blow them kisses from their living room window and then watch sadly as the family continued with their walk.

****

One afternoon, Grandpa was sitting in his chair in the living room, while Grandma polished the furniture and wiped the glass coffee table. Apart from the ticking of the grandfather clock, the house was quiet and it felt rather empty.      

Once she was done with her cleaning, Grandma headed across the living room towards the kitchen. Grandpa stopped her in her tracks when he suddenly said, “Didn’t you forget something?”

“What?” asked Grandma, looking around the room, confused. The furniture gleamed, the coffee table was spotless, the sofa was crisp and plump, and there weren’t any crumbs or dirt on the carpet. “What do you mean?” she frowned at Grandpa.

Grandpa nodded at the front window. “The window. You forgot the window. It is a mess, isn’t it?”

Grandma walked over to the window and looked at it. Indeed, it was a mess. There were fingerprints all over it. Tiny Sarah fingerprints were splattered all along the bottom of the window. Plumper fingerprints that belonged to George were scattered all over above hers.

Grandma sighed and marched out of the living room. She filled a bucket with soapy water, grabbed a sponge and squeegee, and went outside to wash the window.

“Those kids!” she grumbled to herself, shaking her head.

Standing in front of the window with her soapy sponge in hand, Grandma looked at the mess that had built up over the past few weeks. She studied it for a while, nodded her head, and looked some more.

Just as a warm breeze brushed her from behind, Grandma took a final look at the window and sighed, and then she gathered her things and went back inside.

****

Grandpa looked up from his newspaper and glanced at the front window. “I thought you were going to wash the window,” he said as Grandma passed the living room on her way to the kitchen to put the bucket away.

Grandma put down the bucket, entered the living room, and padded over to the window. “I was going to wash the window,” she said nervously, her eyes shifting back and forth from Grandpa to the window and back again, “but…but I didn’t.”

“Why not?” replied Grandpa. “It’s a mess, isn’t it?” he chided. “I know how much you hate a mess.”

“Yes, it’s a mess, but…but it’s a beautiful mess,” replied Grandma as she traced a finger along several of Sarah’s and George’s fingerprints. “It’s all I have to remind me that the children have been here and how special and fun they really are,” she said softly. “And even though they can’t be here, well…a part of them still is.”

Then suddenly she turned and strode out of the room, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

Grandpa watched her leave and then he smiled.

“That’s right, my dear,” he murmured into his newspaper. “They certainly are special. And so are you.” 

THE END

         

© 2020, Kathryn Calvert, All Rights Reserved

Beyond the Gate

No matter where you are in the world, no matter what stage of lockdown you are in, take time to explore the "little things" in life. You just might find they are bigger than you had imagined... 


Beyond the Gate

You do not need
To go beyond the gate,
To find adventure
For here it waits.

And even though
You’re stuck at home,
Remember this –
You’re not alone.

Look! A honey bee
Flying there,
It’s like a fuzzy
Teddy bear!

What’s on this leaf?
What do you spot?
A lady bug
Red with black dots.

And on that branch,
See the silky thread
That a spider spun
To make its web.

What’s that scurrying
On the ground?
An army of ants
That makes no sound.

They’re heading back
To their mound of sand,
Their foraging is over
In garden land.

And up above
High in the tree,
A sparrow chirps
His melody.

The sky is bluer
Than he’s ever seen,
Just take a look…
What does this mean?

While down below,
Nodding to the ground,
A robin pecks
At the worm it found.

If you sit quietly
Upon the grass,
A leaping grasshopper
Is bound to pass.

Flowers blossom –
You can watch them grow,
Oh, what’s that
Landing on your nose?

A glorious butterfly
Flaps her wings.
Laugh as it tickles,
Oh, the joy she brings!

Yes, life’s all around you –
Just open your eyes,
Explore a bit
And you’ll be surprised.

Take a moment
And you shall see,
The beauty in
Life's mystery.

You do not need
To go beyond the gate,
Just turn around
And then celebrate!

© 2020, Kathryn Calvert, All Rights Reserved

Time for an Update

Wow! It's nearly been a year since I last posted here. What a busy year it's been in terms of my freelance writing and editing work. So much so that I haven't had a chance to focus on my own writing.

I've been busily working away on client newsletters, blogs, marketing materials and there's been several novels and non-fiction books along the way as well.  My workday often begins at 9am and I can often be found still typing away twelve hours later – fueled by caffeine and a genuine love for what I do. 

And every once in a while, a project comes along that becomes more than just "another project." It's the kind of project that stays on my mind long after I've shut off the PC, plumped up the bed pillows, and turned off the light. 

It's something special and something that I simply can't discard into the "finished project" pile. It's the kind of project that tugs at your heartstrings and makes you feel a whole new kind of wonderful and something proud to have been a part of. 

I've recently finished "that" type of editing/proofreading project and it is one that I want to share with you. 


The book is written by Louise Price and is entitled...

The Amazing Amelia and The Twenty Something Chromosome: One Family's Journey with Down Syndrome – Pregnancy, Birth and Beyond

...And it is an amazing story, indeed. 

This autobiography chronicles one mother's experience from pregnancy through to the next 18 months of her daughter's life via a series of heartwarming and thought-provoking blogs. The author takes the reader on an incredible journey—sometimes joyful, sometimes harrowing—that reinforces how a mother's love is unconditional and knows no boundaries. 

I can't recommend this book enough – whether you have a child or know of a child with Down syndrome, you're a parent or not, or if you are just seeking an inspirational read.  

So please don't hesitate to check it out and don't forget to share the link with your family and friends.

In other news ...

Art the Spiffy Spider celebrates its 5th birthday this month! 

Stay tuned for a special birthday promotion – a great way to introduce Art to a new audience of young readers. Explore the meaning of friendship and kindness in this colourful children's book that has already been enjoyed by countless children worldwide. 

That's all for now! 

Whether you need an article that needs writing, a book that needs editing, or anything that needs proofreading, don't hesitate to contact me for a quote. 

Away from the PC ...

As much as I love writing and reading, there is more to life than sitting behind the PC. Here is a reflective article of sorts about one of my favourite pastimes .... Click Here to Read More

Just in time for the weekend - I try out the new make up foundation that's been getting a lot of buzz ...

Makeup Revolution Fast Base Stick Foundation is perhaps the most exciting thing to happen recently in the world of beauty. I ordered mine and here is my review.

Catching up ...

Wow. It is amazing how quickly time flies when you are having fun. I guess the past year has been busy (and fun!). In fact, I know it has. 

I've been working hard on my freelance work. I've edited some novels, tweaked some websites, and a lot of other work in between. As a result, my own writing has been put on hold.

However, there are a few children's books in the future. And, most recently—as in today—I've started to concentrate on my own article writing once again.

You can find my article on tinnitus here. It is a condition that has plagued my life for ten years. It's only now that I felt compelled to share it with the world. 

Please have a look and feel free to share it with your friends and family. It is likely more people suffer with it than you know.

I will also continue to use this space to share any future articles. Topics of interest include health, fitness, beauty, animals ... you'll never know what I'll write about next.

Chat soon!