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A Year to the Day
Valentine’s day twelve months ago her Mum died.
Entering, Mary called ‘Hi, Dad, it’s me’ then she gasped.
He was sitting at the table; across, an empty place was set with a red rose. ‘Oh, daddy, you sweet romantic soul!’
She sobbed, kissed his cooling forehead and closed his eyes.
Entering, Mary called ‘Hi, Dad, it’s me’ then she gasped.
He was sitting at the table; across, an empty place was set with a red rose. ‘Oh, daddy, you sweet romantic soul!’
She sobbed, kissed his cooling forehead and closed his eyes.
Published 17th Feb 2022
| Edited 18th Feb 2022
Author's Note
An exercise in exactly 50 words. Showing not telling
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18th Feb 2022 3:30am
Brilliant, I don’t think I could limit myself to 50 words. That takes a succinctness that whilst I appreciate I don’t know how to emulate.
20th Feb 2022 8:32am
Thank you for your kind comment, The 50-word exercise is difficult at first, but becomes easier with practice. :-)
