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My eyes open when the first rays of the sun dance upon dewy
grass. I am in the kitchen, the kettle
whistling on the stove as I brew us a pot.
I step outside and
place the tray on the table. Our day
starts with freshly brewed tea, a milk jug, a bowl of sugar, two cups and plate
of biscuits.
I hear you shuffling slowly, your glasses dangling on the
end of your short nose and the rustling of the paper in your hand.
You’ve been gone for a year now and yet you remain in my
heart.
This week marked my brother-in-law's first death anniversary. The photo was a strange coincidence but I knew I had to write about love and remembrance this week. Gone but not forgotten. To read the other writers this week click here.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.
This week marked my brother-in-law's first death anniversary. The photo was a strange coincidence but I knew I had to write about love and remembrance this week. Gone but not forgotten. To read the other writers this week click here.
Dear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteLovely tribute. Happy to oblige with the prompt.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle for the prompt and for liking the story.
DeleteA little bit sad but mostly quite sweet :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Alistair I am glad you liked it.
DeleteVery moving and beautiful. God bless your Brother-in-law
ReplyDeleteThank you Pradita
DeleteIt's like death cannot part... love the glasses on the small nose.
ReplyDeleteThe memories never go away. Thanks for reading and commenting Björn.
DeleteAh, sights, sounds, and scents remind us of so much. You captured that idea nicely.
ReplyDeleteMemories are a combination of them all. Thanks for your comments Alicia.
DeleteThat was sweet indeed, Subroto.
ReplyDeleteI so understand her...
I thought you might. Thanks for your comments Dale.
DeleteDeath can never take over memories! Brilliant story for the FF prompt.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your lovely comments Yuhu.
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