Friday Fictioneer: Up Top View
“Hurry up, it’s almost time.”
Charley climb up and sit down.
Copyright – David Stewart
“Are you sure no one will mind?” he asked.
“No. Mom used to take me up here when I was little,” Sissy said.
“Your mom climbed up here and sat on the roof? My mom would never do that.”
“Sometimes I come up here, stare at the stars, and remember her.”
“Sorry she’s gone.”
“It’s okay, she lived a good life. She taught me to enjoy every moment. And that’s what I’m going to do. “
A loud boom signaled the beginning of the show.
“Look! The first firecracker.”
The End
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Dear Phyllis,
A sweet story, well told in believable dialogue. I enjoyed this very much.
I think you might mean “The end” and not “They end.”
shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks I do mean the. And thanks for the compliment.
I also like your story with the last minute save.
Nicely told, Phyllis. That would be a special mom memory.
A couple of small things I noticed: “Mom used to…”, not “use” and in the same sentence, “take me up here”, rather than “her”. “It’s OK” or “It’s okay.” 🙂
janet
Thanks. ;0)
Beautiful.
Thank you.
Yay! Quite uplifting! 😀
Thank you.