She neatly creased the paper.
“What are you doing?” her granddaughter gaped at the intricate piece by the grandmother’s hands.
“Origami… I’m making a crane.”
“Aw…” the five-year-old frowned.
“You fold paper like this and like this, open it like this, and voilà!”
She produced a crane made of a green square sheet of paper.
“Do you want to try?”
She placed a sheet of paper in front of the girl and another in front of herself. The child watched and tried to imitate the grandmother.
“This is hard,” the granddaughter pouted her lips.
“It is, at first, but gets easier. If you make a thousand cranes, someone’s illness would be cured.”
“A thousand!?” the child stopped her hands and gasped.
“Yes. It takes patience,” she popped another crane on her wrinkled palm.
“It is a love that abides.”
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – week of December 6, 2016, and The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Abide