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The Caretaker
Stored, sometimes forgotten, memories. Stuff. People squirreling away the overflow of abundant lives, enduring the expense for months or years, to hold onto the past or in anticipation of the future.
A child stores an elderly parents effects to deal with later. A couple marries and duplicate belongings end up in a five by ten unit. The downtrodden cache their meager treasures ‘for just a few months,’ fruitlessly hoping to eventually recover their collections.
I watch over all these items. I am here to ensure that your possessions are as you left them. In case you return to reclaim them.
Photo courtesy of Amy Reese
Friday Fictioneers: The rules: 100 words, no more, inspired by the weekly photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the weekly prompt and to Amy Reese for the photo.
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Very simple, beautifully told tale. Well done.
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Thank you so much for taking the time to read and to comment. I enjoyed writing this one.
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Dear Kathy,
I echo Iain. Simple and well told story. And I’ll add, well layered.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you for your kind words. Being that you are a published writer, your comments mean a lot to me. Thanks for taking the time to read my work.
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Nice squirreling 🙂 I mean writing, Mike
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Thanks! I was using vocabulary to avoid redundancy. That can be challenging sometimes. That gem just popped into my head. Ha! Thanks for reading and for commenting.
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