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.
Love, love, love this post!
ReplyDeleteA great take on the theme, and a fabulous graphic to include.
ReplyDeleteI guess arthritis was on both our minds this week. Great minds indeed!
awwww - sweet memories. :)
ReplyDeleteVery interesting take on the "immortal" nature of imps.
ReplyDeleteLoved it, Clew, and I can guess where your thoughts were coming from this week. :/ Hang in there, girlfriend...better days are ahead. (((hugs)))
ReplyDeleteGorgeous. :) Loved the incredible imagery you create with the just these few words, "her parents' cherished Imp squeaked arthritically behind him."
ReplyDeletegreat imagery. I especially loved the last line.
ReplyDeleteGreat meeting you through the A-Z!
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