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.
Oh...how bittersweet! The fond faraway memories mixed with the pain of the present. Very, very well written. It definitely tugged at my heartstrings.
ReplyDeleteI loved this. Very touching!
ReplyDeleteVery well written and a sad yet touching picture you painted here !
ReplyDeleteSo very touching.
ReplyDeletePerfect, poignant spot.
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That just gave me the biggest goosebumps. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteI really liked this! Sounds like we were sort of on the same wavelength! Well done!
ReplyDeleteexcellent! I love the last line. It's amazing how three nights on a hill can effect so many lives.
ReplyDeleteHow sad!~Ames
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! I love how much you got into this 100 words. So much story!
ReplyDeleteThanks for this gentle and sweet little story. You have a real talent for saying a great deal in so few words.
ReplyDeleteNamaste..........cj
A gentle little memorial. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis was poignant and beautiful. Would you mind penning my eulogy (well in advance I hope!)?
ReplyDeleteI 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.