FRIDAY FICTIONEERS!-18 APRIL 2014
Copyright D McIlroy
Fiction
word count- 101
Memories
Forlorn grandmother sitting in a chair at old age home suddenly smiles, visualizing her two grandchildren, a boy and a girl playing their favorite game ‘ Mermaids in trouble’.
They took all the cushions and hid under them, s if trapped inside the sea reefs, while she, forced by them to join the game, wearing a sea diver’s mask pretended to save them.
Their favorite part was her feigning that the damn mask obstructed her view, run here and there clumsily and fall on them; they will roll over each other on the floor laughing hysterically.
How she longs for those days.
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Such a nice story. Kudos.
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Thanks.
On Sun, Apr 20, 2014 at 12:04 PM, Indira's Blog wrote:
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Nice story.
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Thanks Sandra. Happy Easter.
On Sun, Apr 20, 2014 at 8:05 PM, Indira's Blog wrote:
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when all is said and done, nothing will be left but our memories… and they better be good ones.
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Very well said friend. Remember only good things, they bring a smile on your face. Thanks .
On Mon, Apr 21, 2014 at 2:59 AM, Indira's Blog wrote:
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Kinda sad. But I guess we all long for a few memories of our youth.
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So true, good memories are the real treasure. Thanks for your visit and comment dear.
On Mon, Apr 21, 2014 at 4:20 AM, Indira's Blog wrote:
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Nice image Indira Happy Easter my friend 🙂
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Thanks jake.
On Mon, Apr 21, 2014 at 8:38 AM, Indira's Blog wrote:
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Nice story of fond memories of a lonely grandma
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Dear Indira,
Nice image, but rather sad tale. I hurt for the lonely grandmother. Well done.
On a purely technical note…it should be “a boy” no “s” at the end. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks a lot Rochelle to point out the mistake. Actually I thought of writing two boys first then changed it to a boy and a girl . So sweet of you. Thanks for your comment. I have seen so many old parents waiting for children’s visit, a vacant look in their eyes.
On Mon, Apr 21, 2014 at 2:12 PM, Indira's Blog wrote:
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Sad how good times move away so swiftly but thank God for the memories-at least we have them:-) Good one Indira 🙂
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Thanks dear. Yes the good memories keep us alive.
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🙂
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What a sweet story! The stories my Nan tells me from her nursing home are always sweet like this. You’ve captured it well.
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Thanks Jassie, your comment is as sweet as you are.
On Tue, Apr 22, 2014 at 2:55 AM, Indira's Blog wrote:
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Good memories from a soul that’s old, has been there, and wants to go back.
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Thanks for your visit and comment dear. I very much appreciate that.
On Tue, Apr 22, 2014 at 3:12 AM, Indira's Blog wrote:
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fond memories are wonderful during those times when we have a moment to reflect…it’s also sad when we wish to relive those memories. i felt the pain of your character, Indira.
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Pains of lonely souls, have seen too many. Thanks for the comment dear.
On Tue, Apr 22, 2014 at 7:13 AM, Indira's Blog wrote:
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Dear Indira, Wonderful story and someday we’ll all be there – me sooner than later. But the good memories stay alive in the minds of the old, hopefully, and they can shut their eyes and go back in time to any moment in the past, and remember it all over again. Best to do this with good memories and not bad ones. VERY WELL WRITTEN! Nan:)
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Thanks Nan for sharing your views. Good memories are what keep us alive.
On Tue, Apr 22, 2014 at 12:10 PM, Indira's Blog wrote:
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Hopefully our good memories will still be with us into old age. Good story and well written. 🙂
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Thanks Patricia, I hope for it too.
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Nice story of love, Indira. (In the last line, “How she longs those days”, you need “for” between “longs” and “those.”)
janet
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Thanks Janet. Very nice of you to point out the mistake, I’ll edit it.
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