The wardrobe door swung open to display a rack of tightly packed clothes. Bags, haphazardly stowed on the top shelf, shoes jammed on the shelf below the clothes. I am untidy, I admit it.
My husband always said I needed too much of everything.
Listening to the tv programme, ‘Sort Our Your Life’, I stuffed things into a large bin bag. Then found my wedding dress, off its’ hanger, crumpled in a heap at the back. As I held it I remembered that day, all my hopes and dreams. Long before the lies, hurt and final betrayal.
I stuffed it into the bag.
Many thanks to Rochelle for her continued leadership of this great group of Friday
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Dear Dee,
A lot of emotion stuffed into that bag. Good story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner but your link was off. I’ve fixed it.
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Dear Rochelle
Oh, thank you for doing that and thank you too for reading. Do hope you’re keeping well
Best wishes
Dee
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I am, Dee. i can’t believe I’m still doing Friday fictioneers. 😉 Good to see you back in the fffold.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I feel the pain here…
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Thank for reading 👋
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Boy I sure can relate to this one. Good write.
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Thank you 😄
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You stuffed a lot of emotion and story into a few words. Nicely done.
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Thank you
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