Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – Sarah Potter
I left the memory of us in the top left drawer of our old desk. It seemed like a too heavy burden to carry, so I left it all in Mom’s winter garden.
Years gone by and still I dream of us. With hugs and kisses you blew away all my childish pains and worries, even when your oxygen tank became too heavy to drag around.
The old desk is gone. Along with the winter garden and you. The improvidence of childhood is replaced with the ever present sorrow of old age. But I hold tight to our memory.