Friday Fictioneer: Remembering
Instead of a story, I’m going to share a memory.
In junior high school, my best friend was Karen. She had an older brother who was dying.
Sadly, I don’t remember his name, why he was dying, or his funeral. Knowing my mother, I’m sure she took me.
The only thing I remember is him sitting on his bed propped up by his pillows and his blanket over his legs.
I sat on the bed with him and we played chess. I’ve not played since.
I assume it’s because the game doesn’t interested me. I played to entertain my friend.
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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields hosts the writing challenge Friday Fictioneer. She posts a photo and we write a 100 word flash fiction about the photo.