Empty Bottles

Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, which offers the image as inspiration to write a fiction in 100 words (or less) AND 3 Word Wednesday #436 which offers the words Tedious, Waste and Reflect as inspiration for a post. Photo by G L MacMillan. Word Count: 95.

Empty Bottles

“What a waste of shelf space,” his Aunt Ethel used to say.

But Neil admired the way the light reflected off the bottles, making them glow. It hadn’t felt tedious watching Uncle Robert rearrange them, and he could feel the old man was happy as he did it.

A little away, Neil noticed a small flat marble stone sticking out from the garden lawn.

“For Little Bob,” it said, though his cousin’s grave was far away.

“One empty bottle for every month I’ve been sober,” Uncle Robert sniffed, placing another bottle on the old shelf.

(© 30th July 2015)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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