Backflash

My thumb was just cramped and I was trying to knead it out... suddenly I had such a vivid backflash of an instance when I was with my grandpa... I think it was 2000...

I could feel the warm air on my skin, the glare of the golden afternoon sun in my left eye as it pours in from the windows in my grandparents' bedroom. I was infront of my grandpa as he was telling me about one of those stories in Chinese history that I am always so fascinated by. Suddenly he got a cramp in his thumb, his bushy and almost completely white eyebrows goes up, as if he is suprised by it. He moves his thumb trying to ease the cramp as he displays an amused smile on his face as if he thinks that it's a game and thinks that it's funny. I can almost see his hand... with it's thin soft skin with age spots, his big fingers... Those hand always look clean and protective. They were always able to ease every scrape, bruise and pain when I was little. I always associate them with the afternoon sunshine, golden, soft and warm. I still miss him a lot and that flashback left me with a bitter sweet knot in my throat.