Gifting items to Charity or Second Hand shops gives you a satisfactory feeling that the once treasured piece will find a new home. Better than it going to the rubbish landfill site. Although, buying something else to fill that space, kind of defeats the idea of having a clear out. I have known someone who has regretted giving away an item then spends days looking for a similar replacement!
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to John Nixon for the Photo-prompt.
I called him Grandad since he would come by and ask the same question. ‘Is it here, yet?’
Occasionally, I invited him in for tea and biscuits. He told me his wife brought it into the shop when she was angry with him, because he went fishing on their first anniversary. She passed recently, and he wants it back.
‘Someone will return it.’ He seemed convinced. ‘They always do.’ He would not say what it was. How was I to know?
‘Is it here yet?’ ‘Maybe tomorrow.’
Now, I haven’t seen him for months. Perhaps he found it at home.
Thanks to Dale for the lonely winter scene, which is this week’s prompt selected by Rochelle. I am keeping my fingers crossed that the cold weather is over for this season, and looking forward to our annual day of sunshine in Scotland. Okay, maybe two days in July.
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Convivial Wintry Chill
Good morning, a blue sky and glorious hot sunshine. I can’t resist sitting out in only my shorts and never mind the sun cream. Usually, I get a tanned face on the ski slopes, but today I am going for a full body glow, never mind the cold.
Samantha used this chair on picnics and trips to the beach. Ah, happy, wonderful summer days with tomato and ham sandwiches, Victoria sponge and mouthfuls of Pinot Grigio. Our boys splashed to tease and torment Buster, barking frantically.
I miss Samantha. Oh, why?
Tomorrow, I will burn this chair, with its memories.