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Photo credit - Dale Rogerson - thank you DaleJoining in with Friday Fictioneers - here is my 100 word contribution from the above photo prompt.
THE CHAIR
Grandad would sit in this old wooden chair come rain or
shine, snow or wind, his hands resting on his legs, his pipe in his mouth.
I can’t get rid of his chair. I look out of my window and still see his essence;
I imagine him sitting there. I would bring him a cup of tea, ‘thank you, Duck,’
he would say.
He would come in to the warm kitchen on a winter’s day, blow
on his hands and stomp his feet. On a hot day summer’s day, he’d mop his brow
and say, ‘it’s grand out there, lass.’
A lovely memory
ReplyDeleteSimply delightful, well done.
ReplyDeleteCharming take, lovely.
ReplyDeleteI would keep that chair as a reminder of him.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad his presence is still felt, even though he's passed on.
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful. I wouldn't take the chair away either.
ReplyDeleteThat is such a sweet share!
ReplyDeleteLovely. I just love the picture you paint of the Grandpa. I wouldn't get rid of his chair either.
ReplyDeleteDear Sally,
ReplyDeleteI would keep the chair, too. Many sweet memories attached. Nicely written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Written with affection. Very nice
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