The Daily Prompt closed its doors and it was about time. The good, old fishing ground for new readers and followers, had been hanging on for too long. It had lost its brilliance a few years back and I wondered when it would give up -had expected it to happen much sooner.
I didn’t like our neighbor, he frightened me.
“Get to know him,” my Grandmother had advised me and that’s why I was standing here and watched this cruel man holding a tiny bird.
They had been hidden in a box at the bottom of her wardrobe for many years.
“I bought them when I was about your age,” she said when she gently handed me the shoes.
Often she brings home a pizza from the little Italian café at the corner.
She turns on the music, listens to Dean Martin and opens a bottle of wine.
It’s the clock for all life here on earth; it shows us how much time we have left to make it right. Once the handle reaches 12 o’clock, it will be all over.
Every snowflake is unique, just like the memories they bring.
Faces of kids are dancing around me, I can hear the laughter, I can feel the joy.
I have been a fan of the Daily Prompt from the start. Well, maybe not from the outset. First I had to find my way around but then, after I had found it, that’s when I was hooked.
She had displayed his clothes for 25 years, and now there was nothing left but her head.
WIDOW, she hates that word.
She is still married; the love didn’t stop just because a life did.
Our last walk through these halls, then we will be released.
Nobody says a word, we are quiet. This is the moment we have been waiting for.