Picture courtesy of Melanie Greenwood
Post wedding, post hall of fame ceremony…lots of things are now “post” so it must be time to post here. I have been distracted, detracted, and retracted. I have words stacking up that need to get out. Time to get busy.
Today’s story was triggered by this image that has gone viral. Devotion of this kind deserves to be celebrated.
And for those who might celebrate new love, a picture of my darling daughter as a beautiful bride is below.
Word count: 102
The Empty Chair
Moving slowly across the courtyard, the dowager barely balanced her cup of tea on its saucer. Teetering slightly, a splash went over the edge to the ground.
Marcus was relieved as she made it to the table and took her seat. As usual, she opened her book, removed the photo in its stand and settled in.
Sighing deeply, her hand caressing the spine of the book, Mrs. Earl Grey (for that’s how Marcus always thought of her) enjoyed her daily tea in the company of those she loved best – well written words and her dear departed husband. Simplicity, beauty, and ritual remained.
© Erin Leary
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