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Heartbreak
by David August — horror/sci-fi short story
“Grandpa?” Tommy asked his grandfather, holding his hand, “why don’t you want to go for a walk unless there’s some wind?”
“Well, back in the first pandemic, the idea was that it could hang in the air from people breathing it out. So if there was some wind, then you could walk a good distance behind them and the wind would blow it away before you stepped through the cloud of their exhalation.”
The little boy smiled a little, and felt guilty. He knew talking about the first pandemic was hard for his grandfather. But he also knew that his grandpa’s eyes would light up with a twinkle he’d never see otherwise, not even when they had birthday cake or went bike riding. He was glad to get his grandfather to speak about those times, even if it sometimes made his grandfather hesitant. And Tommy felt a little bad for bringing it up. But grandpa’s twinkle seemed worth it.
He’d never met his grandma, but in the stories his grandfather told of how they met, their adventures (as grandpa called them), Tommy felt like he could imagine her, moving and interactive, not just the photos and videos he could watch.
“I know it might seem a little silly,” his grandfather continued, “but…”
