Sometimes it is the little things we like to treasure. Especially when we have kids. We want to freeze memories in time, treasure their little hands and feet. But little hands and feet grow up too soon. So we treasure a few things those little hands made.
If you ask me what I treasure most, it is the people in my life. And sometimes, a few things those people made, I will cherish forever.
This photo is for the weekly photo challenge at The Daily Post. As you would’ve guessed, the theme is Treasure.
Tell me, do you relate to this sentiment?
Image Source: Dawn M. Miller
“Are you sure it’s here?”
“I don’t know. All mother would say was that she sold it to Bob.”
“This is Bob’s stall, but I don’t see him or the lamp.”
Kate thought of her mother. Sweet but senile. Yesterday, she had sold most of her antiques to her neighbor, the nosy dealer. He had ripped her off.
All Kate needed was the lamp. Her father’s.
Her only memory of her father was that of him sitting in the study, with the lamp on and a book in his hands.
She was 4 when he died.
She was never going to find the lamp now, was she?
This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.
Hope you enjoyed.