Oooof. Is that the sound you make when there’s so much going on and you feel too tired to write? Well, at any rate, I think it’s the sound I make. In the future, I will just say “oooof” and you’ll know what it’s all about. 😉
I am getting in on Friday Fictioneers right under the wire. Not one of the best efforts, but since I’ve been sorting through things like photographs lately, I have given the matter some thought… Thank you, Rochelle, for the prompt!
Photographs and Memories (96 words)
“Lastly, picture sorting,” Terry said.
Meg shook her head. “You keep them.”
“Why? It’s our family history.” Terry rolled her eyes. “You’re going all cynical now, aren’t you?”
“I think family pictures are for other people. I look at smiling pictures of the parents and remember the so many times they weren’t smiling at each other. The brothers—fighting. You and me? Barely talking.”
“I’ve got the memories I want,” Meg said.
Terry pulled one from the pile. “How about this one?”
Meg’s heart broke. “Shep. The best dog ever. Yeah, this I’ll keep.”