… for #writephoto
‘Lucky heather mister?’ said the gipsy as she held out a little sprig bound with a bow. I took it, passed her a couple of coins and went on my way.
Later that day, as I sat pinching it between my fingers, I began to remember. It was many moons ago. Her name was Heather.
We met at a gig, or was it a party? Yes, a party. She always wore something purple, a blouse or sometimes a scarf. And I always called her my little bunch of heather!
We would take long slow walks together in the countryside. Miles, we’d walk. We didn’t say much. We’d just listen to the sounds of nature.
We went our separate ways after a while, though I don’t recall why. It could have been when she went off to university. Whatever it was, we lost touch.
Lucky heather the gipsy called it. Some people probably believe in it! It’s still over there on the table. I wonder, shall I make a wish? Why not. I know, I’ll wish to hear from Heather again!
I’ll let you know if my wish comes true, but I’m not holding out much hope!
You have a wish too! Catch!
Thanks to Sue Vincent for hosting.
Oh my. That photo is lovely. Nice little story, too.
Thanks Denise.
Such a tender, magical tale, Keith.
Thanks so much Jade
You are welcome.
Delightful. I wish I could remember half the things I’ve forgotten. 😉
You and me too!
Beautiful tale ! 😊
That’s most kind of you, thanks.
I like this wistful story.
I’m pleased, thanks Sadje.
You’re welcome
This is very sweet. Loved the reminiscing in the story. Well done, Keith.
I’m a little embarrassed because I thought it was lilac in the photo…and in my own poem mentioned the lilacs in bloom. oops.
Thanks so much lisa. Heather is a similar colour to lilac, so worry not! Sights such as that in the picture are a common sight in my part of the world, so I had no problem.
Very nice story Keith, I still see a gypsy lady plying heather, occasionally now but they are still around.
I wonder if she got in touch… It’s not always a good thing ..but it could be 😀💜
I agree. Sometimes it’s best to treasure the memories and leave it there. Thanks so much.
A pleasure 💜
So nice! I love the way you carried me into your reverie/reminiscing. 🌷
I’m pleased. Thanks so much for dropping by.
Am happy to discover this side of you Keith.. So full of love you are here <3
I have my moments Nima, occasionally!
And am happy to see witness those sides Keith ! 💓
Very nice presentation, or perhaps remembrance, of Heather through the sprig of lucky heather.
Thank you so much Frank.
Charming! Wallie and I hope the protagonist’s wish comes true!! 🙂
As I do! Thanks so much for your visit and comment.
What a lovely tale keith and a brilliant take on the prompt.
That’s very kind of you, thanks so much.
My wish is always the same as my prayer, that all will know the love of G-d and of others.
Such a lovely tale. And I would love to have a bit of that lucky Heather. I wish it would be enough to wish away this pandemic.
If only it was! I regularly get offered lucky heather in the street, but I’ve never bought any. I wonder…
Lovely, Keith… I hope the heather brings luck 😉
We’ll see! Thanks Sue.
This is such a lovely take on the prompt, Keith. Enjoyed every bit of it. 🙂
That’s so kind of you, thanks.
You are welcome, Keith. 🙂