“Ms. Grape. I think that’s what I’d call you. You’ve been with me for over twenty years so I might as well give you a name.” Denise said as she glanced thoughtfully at her reflection in the silver vase.
“I know you’re to blame for my dizzy spells, migraines, forgetfulness and so forth. But I do thank you because you have taught me courage, patience, and hope.”
Then she heard a giggle.
“Sorry. Ms. Grape? Are you sure that’s a good name for a benign brain cyst?” her brother asked.
Smiling, she replied “It’s the perfect name for it.”
Friday Fictioneers: photo prompt (shown above)