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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