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zoolane
06-13-2011, 05:30 AM
Abundance living is what needing in her life to bring some normality, she heard they brains tick away.The word normality rings in her ears as she winced. Her arms are tugs forward. A big ice sponge is slapped against her liver blotch skin. Gentle tear fell from her blue eye. The hands let go of her as her body flop with pain shoot left to right across wrinkle body. Her s shape spine is covered up with floral blouse with claret skirt. A young whip snap help with some knee high nylon socks on and low heels. She some degree of elegant and difficult she made to the mirror. She run comb thought the blue rinse she had done few days ago.She finally finish off with her rose red lipstick. She pick up Arthur and gave him kiss. Replace him back on mantle. She turn and saw his suit with his medals lay out on the bed.

Delta40
06-13-2011, 05:39 AM
Bravo zoo

zoolane
06-13-2011, 08:42 AM
Bravo zoo

Thank you Delta.

As I sat watching her in a rickety armchair, she must thinking about Granddad with soft but cheeky smile and glint in her eyes. Hes being gone while now. She still wear plain and simple wedding band that he had brought on black market so go the story. She often forgetting that he gone, she mistaken think her son is her husband. When she realized her face is blank with no emotion left to show world. She has a photograph albums with photo when she was a baby and of Granddad to. My favourite is when she was two years old and is wear white dress in one photo then late on that day other photo is taken and she look like just roll round a mud puddle. She stares at they wedding photo, longing for him to just walking the room.

hillwalker
06-13-2011, 01:39 PM
You've done a great job here of giving the old lady some dignity.

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Jack of Hearts
06-13-2011, 01:58 PM
Zoo, it's always good to read you. Your talent triumphs over limitations.






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zoolane
06-13-2011, 02:03 PM
Thank you both. The idea was for each installment to be different person in this family.

The thread that tie us together is no long binded. As look down upon thy with violet hair, sat in dust armchair. I wish to be with you again but yet your time will here soon. Our grandchild is you sixty years ago. I will be in your dream as you sleep,dreamed of those nights of passion in our golden era. I am twenty just like when we first met. But this I have wings badge. As my hand stroke you while your sleep, you stir and wake. I am not ghost as I calling you from your body to come to be with me.