PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan
Auntie Betty’s Collections
The best part of summers at Auntie Betty’s were her collections. She collected everything, it seemed, and had a story behind each item. There was a green bottle, for example, she received from a sailor who claimed it was a gift from a mermaid he’d met in his travels. And a blue one that came from a mysterious woman that approached auntie in a market in Morocco. She handed Auntie the bottle and told her it would bring her heart’s desire.
I’m going to miss her. And her stories. She’s on her last adventure now, I guess. Farewell, Auntie.
Word count: 99 words
This flash fiction piece is in response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.
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I hope her wishes were fulfilled, then again, with all those stories, it sounds as though she had many adventures.
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She sure did.
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Beautiful! How can 99 words contain so much love, sadness and longing?
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Thanks Gulara. Isn’t it amazing? And the best part – you put those emotions there. The relationship between writer and reader is wonderful.
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I hope her heart’s desire was fulfilled before, or in, her final adventure. 🙂
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I had an uncle a bit like your aunt. Relatives like these sure make childhood magical.
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They sure do. I wish I had an aunt like that – this one’s fictional.
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I had a delightful aunt who I didn’t appreciate until she was gone. Now I wish I’d asked her for her un-shared stories ~ I know she had many.
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Dear Ula,
A very sweet, enjoyable story. One little not of crit; since Auntie is used as a name it could be capitalized.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you for the suggestion, Rochelle. I’ve changed it.
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