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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS!-18 APRIL 2014- Memories

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS!-18 APRIL 2014

 

 

Copyright - Douglas M. MacIlroy

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, as 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.

About Indira

I knew all along that life is about, love, compassion, compatibility and friendship, but now I have discovered that life is also about sharing thought, encouraging others and getting encouraged. So here I am with my blogs about life, friendship, love, and whatever life has taught me.

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  1. Such a nice story. Kudos.

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  2. 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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  3. 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.

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  4. Nice image Indira Happy Easter my friend🙂

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  5. Nice story of fond memories of a lonely grandma

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  6. 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.

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  7. 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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  8. 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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  9. Good memories from a soul that’s old, has been there, and wants to go back.

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  10. 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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  11. 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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  12. Hopefully our good memories will still be with us into old age. Good story and well written.🙂

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  13. 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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