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When my father died he left us a cabin by the lake and a
collection of bottles and jars. My
parents had separated when we were young but each year he reminded us of his
presence with voluminous letters in his unruly scrawl.
They mentioned in detail the trips he took in his job as a
wilderness trail guide and always ended with a reminder to be good and not
trouble anyone.
When we opened the cabin the bottles glowed like an iridescent
necklace in the sunlight. A message
inside each, as if he had bottled love in a jar.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.
To read the other Friday Fictioneers have been bottling go here.
Still shuttling between cities, was home for the weekend and now back to Sydney.
To read the other Friday Fictioneers have been bottling go here.
Still shuttling between cities, was home for the weekend and now back to Sydney.
Love in a jar. LOVE it. Feel free to stop by my contriibution http://shandraharris.com/2015/07/31/if-it-could-only-be-bottled-for-friday-fictioneers/
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments Shandra. I am glad you liked it.
DeleteThat's a lovely memory of their father, great take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThanks GaH, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteI love the bottled love in a jar. Great descriptions in this one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
It was probably bottled up inside me. :-) Thanks for your comments as always Rochelle.
DeleteVery nice!
ReplyDeleteThanks Joy.
DeleteLovely sentiment. That's one prescription that everyone needs filled.
ReplyDeleteThanks Russell.
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