A Faded Memory – Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  Thanks to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.  please follow little froggy for more stories.

Here is the photo and my story…

scarecrowA  Faded Memory

Standing at the cottage gate and looking out onto the wetlands,  just now,  I remember how he used to bring me yellow gerber daisies every Friday evening after work.

Perhaps someone else could mark this moment with flamboyant words and happenings but I’m unable to do so.

My dog,  Tipper,  barks impatiently. She wants to move on.  She wants me to open the rusted gate so she can run wild and free.  And so I do.


photo via A Storyteller’s Abode

15 thoughts on “A Faded Memory – Fiction

  1. You managed to convey so much is so few words, Ellespeth, and the last two lines sum up her feelings about moving on so well. Animals often provide the comfort we need at times like this.


  2. Sweet story, Ellespeth, but also sad. The ending of relationships are always sad but thankfully she has her puppy to bring her back to the here and now and give her something to move forward for. Wonderful story!

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  3. Aw, thankfully she has Tipper. Moving on from past loves and hurts is never easy. It takes time, but more often than not, people get too comfortable or used to being stuck. That’s why moving on is an action. You have to put in the effort, because it’s probably not just going to happen. Good for her that she didn’t just ignore Tipper. She opened the door. So, yes, I love how simple and deep this is. Great job!

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