This little work of fiction is linked to week 169 of Saturday Centus. Dang. I could have definitely used another 100 words here. My delete and backspace keys got tired on editing this to a mere 100 words.
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Ahem.
The little shop had been slow and I noticed the tearful lady
standing outside the display window for the tenth time in as many days.
Going quickly to the door I asked if I could help her.
As she turned away I gently asked, “Why do you keep coming
back?”
Her lip trembled.
“That sign,” she said pointing. “It was my daughter’s favorite poem.”
“Was…” I said. “Was?
She turned away.
“Wait!” I shouted. I
ran inside, grabbed it, and held it out.
“Please take this…”
She hesitated and then she did.
Sad.
‘Was’ can be a terribly powerful word.
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6 comments:
Wow, this was nice. Obviously, I could not think of a thing with the prompt, but you did wonders!
Oh this is one very sad "was" without a doubt.
:( what a sad but beautifully written story.
Wow; powerful and moving in a few words.
XO
Love this.
Love.
=)
Nice one Jenny! Bittersweet for sure...
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