Hope everyone is well. I’ve managed to post something this week and it should get better in the next few weeks, as I’m about to retire from work…Yippee! Thanks to Rochelle for the photo prompt this week and for always being here, despite her hectic schedule.
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Holding tightly to my grandmother’s hand, we crossed the river to the island in the middle.
The stepping-stones were slippery and we had to take great care, the water was very deep.
My mother didn’t like me going there. I think she worried about the deep water. Her father had taken her there sometimes, when he was home from the sea. I’d never met my grandfather; he left my grandmother years ago, no one mentioned him.
We had a picnic and picked some flowers which my grandmother threw into the river. I asked her why.
‘For remembrance,’ she said, smiling.
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