And now, without ado of any kind:
"This was your spot?" Molly asked. The sign above her read "Exit 181, 1/2 mile ahead."
Her father nodded. The country highway crested here on a hill that overlooked a distant lake and the town on the other side.
"We'd come up here on July 4th and watch that town's fireworks reflect off the lake. On our third 4th together, I proposed. You came along a year later, so we missed that one...and then we moved." He smiled and shook his head. "Never been here since."
They talked a while, scattered Mom's ashes, and talked a while more...mainly of three nights on a hill.
13 comments:
Oh...how bittersweet! The fond faraway memories mixed with the pain of the present. Very, very well written. It definitely tugged at my heartstrings.
I loved this. Very touching!
Very well written and a sad yet touching picture you painted here !
So very touching.
Perfect, poignant spot.
=)
That just gave me the biggest goosebumps. Very well done.
I really liked this! Sounds like we were sort of on the same wavelength! Well done!
excellent! I love the last line. It's amazing how three nights on a hill can effect so many lives.
How sad!~Ames
Brilliant! I love how much you got into this 100 words. So much story!
Thanks for this gentle and sweet little story. You have a real talent for saying a great deal in so few words.
Namaste..........cj
A gentle little memorial. Thank you.
This was poignant and beautiful. Would you mind penning my eulogy (well in advance I hope!)?
I could really envision this whole scene playing out in my mind.
I'm thinking we may have to try a screenplay prompt one of these days.
Great link.
PS. I actually read these as a treat. Usually on Sunday afternoon, outside by the garden. Today it's a bit chilly and hummingbirds seem to be quite curious about my shiny red laptop.
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