It is Saturday, a little but not too late for Friday Fictioneers. We gathered each week to share our stories of 100 words. Our gracious host is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. And this week’s picture prompt from Sandra Cook. Today I dedicate my story to the memory of Christopher Scott who departed from us a few days ago. Rest in peace. You made a difference. You matter.
It was high noon. She went down to the ocean – to the pile of sandals that had washed up on the beach. Gathering them into the pail, she trudged through the hot sand.
She stopped, breathless and perspiring. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and saw her footprints behind her. It was her last day in Africa – her last day at the center of the earth.
Will anyone remember her presence here? Will anyone care?
She slowly walked on, putting down sandals from the pail – marking her steps across this earth. She was here. She mattered.
Touching.
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Thank you for reading and commenting.Lily
Dear Lily,
A sweet and touching tribute to your friend. So sorry for your loss.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I guess, to some one we always would matter. Very touching.
Thank you!
Lily
Lily, We almost always matter to someone don’t we. That someone can be in our past, present, or future. Lovely remembrance of a friend. Well written. — Susan
Thank you, Susan!
Lily
Dear Lily, This is a wonderful tribute to your friend Christopher Scott. He was lucky to have you among his close friends. Absolutely marvelous and touching! Nan 🙂
Thank you, Nan.
Lily
What a wonderful tribute.. Those sandals along the shore.
This was beautiful, Lily. The sandals add such poignant imagery. So sorry to hear of your loss, but what a lovely tribute.