(Author’s note: I took last week off, as I’m in the middle of some complex situations and needed time to breathe. Things are still complex, but I’m doing alright. I’ll be better still in mid-September. Otherwise, here’s today’s fictioneers…)
© Nathan Sowers
Yard Sale
by Miles H. Rost
“Nope. That’s the right price on it. It’s gotta go.”
Ron looked at the farmstead, then at the old round mirror his wife used to look into every morning before going to work.
“I’ll take it.”
Taking the cash from someone he never met, Ron saw all the small pieces of his life going for small prices.
The tiffany lamp that used to be her reading light.
The old architect’s table where he drewcartoons.
At 80, he knew he needed to pare down. He just didn’t think it would be this soon after his Clarinda left Earth.
He had no clue.
Touching story. Sad when one has to dispose items that have long memory attached.
Yep. That’s usually the case.
Similar in feeling to my story this week. Well written.
I’ll be over to visit some of your stories in the upcoming weekends. And thank you!
Lovely but sad story, which I enjoyed reading.
That’s kinda where I got it. It needed to be sad, but not necessarily as sad as the song.
Just so sad, written with great feeling.
I imagine it being written in similar vein to how my grandpa Emil would have done it.
Seems like he has a premonition. Nicely done.
Hit the head on the nail. Nice work!
So touching.
And yet so tragic.
Parting with things can be so painful. And he is already in pain.
Oh, you better believe it.
It ain’t easy being old.
My dad would say the same thing.