She made her way though the empty outbuilding with the stragglers brought in by the auction. It had been a lucrative day. Even the box of ancient snapshots and postcards had been bought by a vintage photo collector. She wasn't sure why something lacerated inside her as she let go of the box, when she didn't recognize a single person in them. She watched the last buyer pull away as her parents' cherished Imp squeaked arthritically behind him. A slideshow of summer memories flipped through her mind. She felt her heart fold in on itself like that leaky old boat.
7 comments:
Love, love, love this post!
A great take on the theme, and a fabulous graphic to include.
I guess arthritis was on both our minds this week. Great minds indeed!
awwww - sweet memories. :)
Very interesting take on the "immortal" nature of imps.
Loved it, Clew, and I can guess where your thoughts were coming from this week. :/ Hang in there, girlfriend...better days are ahead. (((hugs)))
Gorgeous. :) Loved the incredible imagery you create with the just these few words, "her parents' cherished Imp squeaked arthritically behind him."
great imagery. I especially loved the last line.
Great meeting you through the A-Z!
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