“Guest post on my blog?” I asked hopefully.
My head in her hands, she whispered. The words warm with love and gentle as a summer breeze, “Peanut butter toast, Grandma Betty, August 3rd, Lasagna, Amelia Earhart, shrubbery, Dorothy, garden tomatoes, keys, Irish Whiskey and Anastasia.”
Each word a story unto itself of our shared lives.
This is a Flash Fiction Friday 55.
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