Friday Fictioneers: His Boots

Those are his boots.

I remember the day he bought them, and the day he left me and them behind.

I gave his boots to Goodwill.

I sold them at a garage sale. adamickes-childsboots

They keep coming back.

I threw them in the trash. The garbage truck compacted them in with the rest of the trash. I watched the  truck drive way.

This morning, his boots have returned and are sitting on the porch. Waiting. I’ll leave them alone.

Perhaps they know something I don’t.

Is he coming back?

I wonder is he coming back for me or his boots?

The End

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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play. Click on Friday Fictioneer to read more of my stories. Click on the blue face and read more of other people’s stories.

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