A 170 character story for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.
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So many have gone, so many faces. She could paper a wall with their photos. She places flowers by a single picture frame, leaves it empty. Her memory provides the images.
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Oh I loved this Jane.
I hope it’s never me 🙂
Bittersweet. Catches in the throat. (K)
I’ve known lots of old ladies with too much to remember.
So sad Jane 💜💜
Old people are often sad.
Yes indeed 💜
😦
This could be my mom. 😦
🙂
What a lovely thought…leaving the frame empty to represent all those who have gone. While it is bittersweet, I find it a beautiful way to remember.
I rather liked the idea too. It avoids favouritism 🙂
Yes. Quite tidy and expedient. My walls are filled with photos of the kids and grandkids…collecting dust.
My mother stuck whole batches of photos behind glass. It’s a good idea, makes a sort of modern tapestry.
Amazing!
🙂 I don’t want it to be me, ever.
No, I wouldn’t want it to be me, either. But it was so powerfully succinct.
I feel we have to be. Life is so short…
Yes.
Wow! This packs a punch. Morose and musing.
Lonely old people are so sad!
I vow not to be lonely or sad, when I get old. Decades in the future. 🙂
Me neither. Actually, it’s easier to vow not to get old 🙂
Okay! I will if you do (vow to not get old, that is) 🙂
Deal 🙂
Simple, but so moving. A great tale. 🙂
Thank you!