It’s not just the thought …..

There are fresh flowers sitting on the table, not really my favourite kinds but they will have to do for now.

Will I ever get them picked from the garden again?

The boxes are stacked to the roofs, I really don’t know where to start. I can’t find the strength to go forward right now. Everything just feels surreal.

The mantle is bare just like my arms.

Should I put the pictures up?

Are ghosts ever a good part of the present?

The flowers are actually lovely, they smell divine but I miss tiny hands handing them to me.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Dale Rogerson, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.







31 thoughts on “It’s not just the thought …..

  1. This captures a wistful mood, but I have to confess that I’m very unsure of what’s going on. It reads as though the writer has had her only child die, but there seem to be many other possibilities.

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      1. Dear Chioma
        The narrator might be the ghost, still able to appreciate beauty but with no human contact. The narrator’s husband may have absconded with her child to a foreign land from which she cannot retrieve the infant. Or, indeed, the narrator could be male, and a court has ruled that he must have no contact with the child. In the latter two cases the word ‘ghosts’ would be a metaphor for memories, but of course that’s common.
        Best wishes

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  2. The narrator’s thoughts certain jump around. As Penny pointed out, there could be numerous possibilities. There seems to be a loss of familiarity. The person could be experiencing early stages of Alzheimer’s and the little hands could belong to grandchildren who’ve long since grown up.

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