It’s Wednesday and I woke up early. Rather than toss and turn to get sleep that surely wouldn’t come, what better than to write a Friday Fictioneers while having my first cuppa? This was stream of consciousness all the way. Now excuse me whilst I return to my memories… and while I do that, you g’head and click on the frog to add your own 100-word story or read others, if ya like, that is!
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Lost in the Box
Hey, Mom! Hello? Earth to Dale, you there?
Sorry! I got lost in the box for a moment there.
What box?
Rochelle gave us this prompt this week. A photo by Ted Strutz.
Lame. Besides the cremated remains, that is. Ewww. Could you imagine receiving that in the mail?
Never mind that. When I saw the prompt I knew I had to go find mine.
So? What’s in it?
Old letters and cards.
So. Junk, then.
So. Not. Junk. I just randomly picked up a letter from my late friend Roxanne. My goodness, I was seventeen again. Just like that!
