I Don't Know, Frankie

by Laine the Grey

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“Annette!” He whispered fiercely from undernearth his umbrella. “Look at them.” There was no mistaking the awe in his voice.
Frankie always said stuff like that now: Annette, the sky is so blue today; look at it! Annette, the birds wings; look at them! Annette, Annette, Annette…
“I see the drops, Frankie,” I whispered back; how could I not?
“No, the people. They…don’t notice things. How come people don’t notice things until they’re dying?”
“I don’t know, Frankie,” I replied sadly.
And, I scooted closer to him so I could rub his bald head.

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  1. I Don't Know, Frankie

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    Posted 3 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    How incredibly true. And you know, you don’t even notice that you don’t notice things most of the time. Like so many other things, approaching death should not be the time when you start to see.
    Very sad, but very beautiful ficlet.

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