photo prompt by © Jellico’s Stationhouse
April 6, 2017 9:21 pm
photo prompt by © Jellico’s Stationhouse
“What about that old bike?” the auctioneer asked. “Whippets draw a nice price. Collectors always looking for…”
“No,” Abby cut him off, “not the bike. Everything but the bike,” she turned away, tears burning down her cheeks.
“Whatever you say,” he retorted, “just trying to…”
“The rest goes,” Abby repeated. Mom’s china, the silver, Grandma’s Waterford stemware, Daddy’s ivory straight razors, century old heirlooms and the family homeplace; all would soon be cashed in to pay the medical bills.
Grandpa taught her to ride on that bike. His bike. She would ride again. “No, not the bike, Grandpa” she whispered.
kat – 6 April 2017
(100 Words)
For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers based on this photo prompt by © Jellico’s Stationhouse
Posted by Kat Myrman
Categories: 100 and Under, Flash Fiction
Tags: 100 Words, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Photo Prompt
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I think memories are more valuable than ‘things’. A nice, if sad, heartstring tugger. 🙂
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By Archon's Den on April 7, 2017 at 3:03 am
Yes memories can never be taken from us. Thank you for commenting.
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By Kat Myrman on April 7, 2017 at 10:43 am
I like the slow reveal of why not the bike
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By neilmacdon on April 7, 2017 at 3:33 am
Memories! Nicely written.
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By anintrovertedblogger on April 7, 2017 at 4:43 am
Thank you. 🙂
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By Kat Myrman on April 7, 2017 at 10:43 am
Oh, you captured the sadness of that moment so well. Having had to sell everything to keep my hubs in seizure meds I totally identify with the character. There are just some things that you can’t sell. Mine: a little doll-pincushion from my Gr. Grandma.
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By jellico84 on April 7, 2017 at 7:50 am
Oh m…my heart goes out to you and your family. Hugs and blessings to you. ❤❤❤
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By Kat Myrman on April 7, 2017 at 7:52 am
Dear Kat,
Well layered story with a lot between the lines. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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By rochellewisoff on April 7, 2017 at 9:27 am
Thank you Rochelle. Have a lovely weekend. Peace to you, Kat
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By Kat Myrman on April 7, 2017 at 10:42 am
There’s always such a Fabulous Intensity to your takes. 😎🌹🌹
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By dornahainds on April 7, 2017 at 10:06 am
Thanks Dorna. This is an all too frequent true story for many. Peace!
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By Kat Myrman on April 7, 2017 at 10:44 am
Oh, I really liked this. A clear picture of what’s going on and the emotions involved. (Been there done that.)
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By Christine Goodnough on April 7, 2017 at 1:27 pm
Not due to illness, but I’ve been there too. For me it was my books.
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By Kat Myrman on April 7, 2017 at 1:33 pm
Awww, so sweet yet sad. xo
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By anotherfoodieblogger on April 7, 2017 at 1:43 pm
Such a sad story. Makes me feel lucky to live in England
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By michael1148humphris on April 7, 2017 at 5:24 pm
We have a lot to figure out in this country. I suspect stories like this will become more common.
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By Kat Myrman on April 7, 2017 at 5:28 pm
The sadness was dripped from every word. Well done.
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By Life Lessons of a Dog Lover on April 8, 2017 at 11:45 am
Thank you. It is a sad reality for so many.
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By Kat Myrman on April 8, 2017 at 12:17 pm
Really enjoyed your tender take on the prompt. Your story meets the title so well.
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By Sarah Ann on April 8, 2017 at 3:35 pm
Thank you Sarah Ann.
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By Kat Myrman on April 8, 2017 at 6:50 pm
Sad story to lose everything because of illness. Not getting into politics, no, I won’t… 🙂
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By gahlearner on April 9, 2017 at 5:28 pm
Me neither…nope…😉
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By Kat Myrman on April 9, 2017 at 11:30 pm