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| PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll |
Growing up I was fascinated by my Grandfather’s Cuckoo Clock. It was an intricately carved clock with ornate carved bone hands and natural walnut patina. Every hour the cuckoo sound was played, the cabin door would open and dancers would come out.
Granddad often joked that he would leave it to me in his
will. So when I moved away I wrote
letters to him so that he would not forget.
I found other interests, friends and the clock faded from my
memory. But I continued to write to
him. Till one day a letter arrived from his
solicitors.
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Here we go clocking another week of the Friday Fictioneers.
Word Count : 100.
Like last week am going for two submissions. The second unrelated story can be found here -> Time Out
Word Count : 100.
Like last week am going for two submissions. The second unrelated story can be found here -> Time Out
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I'd love read what you think about this post...
and then his life changed irrevocably
ReplyDeleteHe got a gift from beyond.
DeleteI think those letters would prove more valuable than the clock.
ReplyDeleteA bond was formed which was more precious than the clock.
DeleteAh, so she got the clock after all. Sweet and sad take on the photo prompt.
ReplyDeleteSusan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
It has a sentimental value to it now.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteNo doubt, Grandfather appreciated those letters. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
The lost art of letter writing still works magic.
DeleteGrandfathers, like elephants, never forget; FACT!
ReplyDeleteHa! Ha! Well said.
DeleteOh, so sad.
ReplyDeleteA really well thought out take on the prompt.
Thanks Lisa.
Delete"And the clock stopped, never to go again, when the old man died." (My Grandfather's Clock). I remember that song though haven't thought about for years. I like that he always wrote to his grandfather, who would have enjoyed that very much. Jilly, Sugar on the Bee.
ReplyDeleteWhat started from selfish motives changed to an enjoyable pastime. Thanks for your comments Jilly.
DeleteThere are some promises that grandfather's never forget.
ReplyDeleteEspecially when they know that their gift will be appreciated and remembered.
DeleteThis leaves me wondering if he got the clock at all, or perhaps more than he ever expected.
ReplyDeleteHe did get the clock and possibly more.
DeleteI am afraid that letter writing has suffered the same fate as the Cuckoo clock. Lovely story.
ReplyDeleteTy Jo. U r rite abt ltr wrting dyng out.
DeleteThe consistency of your writing is amazing.
ReplyDeleteThanks Uma, consistently good I hope ;-)
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