After a hectic few weeks, I have escaped to the sun in Tuscany.
The family are here too and are busy finding the mercado asI sit with my feet in the pool, just chilling.
As I haven’t written much lately, I thought perhaps you’d like to know that nothing is wrong and I’m enjoying a weeks rest and relaxation, though my 2 year old granddaughter may have other ideas.
A few photos to share
Suddenly, it’s Wednesday again and time for Friday Fictioneers (don’t ask, just accept it, we do) ~Writers from all over the globe come together to submit their 100 word stories or poems, inspired by the weekly prompt sent out by our lovely purple leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is her birthday today so join me in sending her the warmest of birthday wishes. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROCHELLE. The photo this week comes courtesy of the lady herself, my story follows the photo.
Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Word Count: 100
“It’s just clutter, nothing of value, why can’t I throw it out?”
“That’s my grandmother’s button tin you’re holding. Remember how we used the big buttons to teach you to count?”
Laura glared at her mother and sighed.
“You don’t need any of it.”
“How do you know what I need?”
“I look after you mother, I think I know.”
Isobel watched as her daughter walked around, calculating how many boxes they’d need.
“Laura, you pop in briefly, collect my prescription, get my groceries, but you can’t give me what I need.”
“And what would that be?”