So let's get to it...join me for the 41st installment of The Wall, a continuing story based solely on the weekly prompts at Saturday Centus...
~She brought out a small, well worn leather journal from her apron pocket. In it were photos of Matthew, her family and friends...including Grandpa. She lovingly turned the pages and related bits of history as she fondly ran her fingers over each one as if to communicate with the folks pictured there. The smile that played over her face spoke as clearly as her words. Inside the cover you could read her name, written in faded script, and in the corner, the price of the book...it was only ninety-eight cents...a very small price for so many dear memories.~
Pondering My Meanderings...
with much herbal love,
Wanderer
2 thoughts about my meanderings:
This is great as a standalone piece but even better knowing that it plugs right into your wall like another perfectly cut stone!
I can feel the softness of the scarred leather under my fingers.
And that faint, faint pencilled in price.
What a gem of a story.
I love the visualization here...and how the stories goes on!
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