Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, which offers the image as inspiration to write a fiction in 100 words (or less) AND B-A-R Wordy Wednesdays which offers the phrase “Make Good Memories” as inspiration for a post. Photo by J Hardy Carroll. Word Count: 100.
The Good Memories
I stood at a corner, looking sadly at my grandpa’s grave.
The friends and relatives who had come to pay their respects were talking among themselves.
“He departed this world without troubling anyone,” said an old man I didn’t know.
“True,” another agreed, “I remember he always smiled. That made me smile too.”
“Grandma told us he was very mischievous as a child,” said Mom, remembering.
No one noticed me. And I couldn’t think of any reason they would. My life so far had been invisible.
“It’s good to make good memories,”
Aunt Sarah opined.
I walked away, agreeing silently.
(© 13th November 2015)
Vinay Leo R.
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.
Maybe legacy is overrated.
Good piece.
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Mostly yes, Mick. 🙂 Thanks.
Did he just keep walking I wonder? Delightful.
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I wonder about that too, Keith. 😀 Possibly, he did.
She is not alive and perhaps never was. Is that correct? Interesting tale.
That is very much a possibility, Perry. 🙂 I like that point of view. Glad you felt it was interesting!
She is not alive and perhaps never was. Correct?
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That is very much a possibility, Perry. 🙂 I like that point of view.
Well written! The conversations provide a nice touch to everything!
Glad you felt so, Sreedeep. 🙂 It’s a challenge to complete in 100 words.
Lovely take on the prompt…loved it!
Thanks, Alok. 🙂
This seems to be a family member who either is one of those shy people no one notices or is the spirit of a child who watches the family, who has yet to leave completely. This is a good and interesting study of human nature. Well done, Leo. —- Suzanne
Yeah. Either way works, I noticed. I meant the former. 🙂 Thank you, Patricia.
A story that gives different perspectives… Well written…
Maybe she was never born… maybe aborted!
Yes. That could be a possibility, I suppose. 🙂 Thank you, Satyarekha.
Nice, you are a pro when it comes to fiction. How have you been?
BTw I changed my blog url. Have linked the new url to this comment.
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Pro? As if. 😛 I’m fine. I’ll drop by your bookishness soon, dear Death Curse. 😉
why wasn’t he noticed?! 🙁
Oh! This just made me sad… no one should just walk without being noticed.. sigh!
Oh. Families can be like that at times, Pixie. How he has made a mark might not have made a mark on them.
Why is no one noticing the kid, I wonder!
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It could be because of a number of ways, Vinitha. 🙂
And, the memory of his grandpa’s greatness will always remain with him 🙂
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Nice way to look at it, Sims. 🙂
NEW POST pls!! 😀 😀
LOL 😀 Soon, Pixie! Soon.
Lovely story. I like that it could he interpreted in many ways. It could be an introvert/under achiever who is never given importance. It could also be an emphasis on the fact that we give more importance to the departed than we do to the living ..Good one..keep writing
I am happy that you could see multiple viewpoints in the story, Janie. 🙂 Thank you so much.