“This is where you met daddy? That’s so romantic,” she gushed, and then softly added, “I miss him.”
“I do too, munchkin, but he’s always in our hearts, remember.”
Bending, I whispered, “That’s the tree under which he proposed to me. It’s my favourite tree.”
“But your tree has a big scary hollow, mama.”
“No baby, that’s it’s soft mushy heart where people in love leave letters for one another.”
“Really?” she squealed, “Did daddy leave letters for you?”
“Ofcourse. And someday some very handsome young man will be leaving letters for our princess too.”
In response to the Friday Fictioneers challenge of 20 October based on a photo by Sandra Crook
A sweet story 😊
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Glad you thought so.
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How romantic 🙂
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You stuffed the tree with a body, I filled it with a love note. Two sides to ever coin/prompt 😉
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Nice contrast – maybe I need to look on the bright side a bit more!
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Nah. Someone actually pointed out that I was dwelling on pain too much, so of late I am making an attempt to be more positive!
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Elegantly done.
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Glad that you felt so. Thank you.
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Dear Sheena,
You’ve left a note in the hollow tree with a lot of story. Sweet and romantic. I loved her calling her daughter munchkin.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle. You are always so kind.
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Warm, tender, and evocative. Nice job.
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Thank you 😊
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Simply delightful Sheena.
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Thank you
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