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
like mercury colliding... 
April 7th, 2017 at 3:03 am
I think memories are more valuable than ‘things’. A nice, if sad, heartstring tugger. 🙂
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April 7th, 2017 at 10:43 am
Yes memories can never be taken from us. Thank you for commenting.
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April 7th, 2017 at 3:33 am
I like the slow reveal of why not the bike
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April 7th, 2017 at 4:43 am
Memories! Nicely written.
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April 7th, 2017 at 10:43 am
Thank you. 🙂
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April 7th, 2017 at 7:50 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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April 7th, 2017 at 7:52 am
Oh m…my heart goes out to you and your family. Hugs and blessings to you. ❤❤❤
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April 7th, 2017 at 9:27 am
Dear Kat,
Well layered story with a lot between the lines. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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April 7th, 2017 at 10:42 am
Thank you Rochelle. Have a lovely weekend. Peace to you, Kat
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April 7th, 2017 at 10:06 am
There’s always such a Fabulous Intensity to your takes. 😎🌹🌹
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April 7th, 2017 at 10:44 am
Thanks Dorna. This is an all too frequent true story for many. Peace!
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April 7th, 2017 at 1:27 pm
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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April 7th, 2017 at 1:33 pm
Not due to illness, but I’ve been there too. For me it was my books.
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April 7th, 2017 at 1:43 pm
Awww, so sweet yet sad. xo
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April 7th, 2017 at 5:24 pm
Such a sad story. Makes me feel lucky to live in England
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April 7th, 2017 at 5:28 pm
We have a lot to figure out in this country. I suspect stories like this will become more common.
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April 8th, 2017 at 11:45 am
The sadness was dripped from every word. Well done.
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April 8th, 2017 at 12:17 pm
Thank you. It is a sad reality for so many.
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April 8th, 2017 at 3:35 pm
Really enjoyed your tender take on the prompt. Your story meets the title so well.
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April 8th, 2017 at 6:50 pm
Thank you Sarah Ann.
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April 9th, 2017 at 5:28 pm
Sad story to lose everything because of illness. Not getting into politics, no, I won’t… 🙂
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April 9th, 2017 at 11:30 pm
Me neither…nope…😉
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