For years, she had dreamed of a memorable spring break. The day she walked out in a bikini, it was indeed, memorable. She was sixty-seven.
That’s so cute. It would probably take me that long to work up the courage too 😉
I love old ladies who still have vigour, I hope her bikini was purple and she was still wearing a grannie hat
I’m sure there’s a Delores out there, rockin’ a purple bikini and awesome granny hat. And lookin’ and feelin’ real good!
Well written, the end took me by surprise.
Aww, love it!
Loved your story. It reminded by of ‘Flowers for Mrs Harris’ – a touching and poignant tale by Paul Gallico.