Sunday Photo Fiction

Keith's Ramblings

I’ve taken the liberty of ignoring the dog in the picture and basing my tale just on the headstone!

 

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Little Millie lived with her mum and dad in a cottage next to the village church. One afternoon Millie came in wearing a garland of flowers in her hair.

‘I told you never to steal flowers from the graveyard Millie’ said mum, Suzie. ‘Just wait till I tell your dad’.

‘I didn’t Mum, Beth made it for me’.

‘Who’s Beth?’ asked Suzie.

‘She lives over there’ said Millie pointing to the crooked headstones in the churchyard. ‘She’s a beloved daughter who went to heaven too soon. It says so on that stone’.

‘Millie, I…I..’

‘She said that lots and lots of years ago she had a baby girl and because she was too young, someone took it away and adopted it. She never saw it again. Then she died of a broken heart. Isn’t that sad Mummy?’

‘Millie, that’s enough…’

‘She thinks she’s probably a granny by now’.  With that, she walked back outside.

Suzie watched Millie from the window.  She was sitting beside a grave talking and laughing. Then she rose to her feet and started skipping around and around, her arms stretched out before her.

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The next morning after dropping  Millie at school Suzie strolled into the churchyard and stood before Beth’s grave.  A tear trickled down her cheek.

‘Mummy?’ she whispered.

 

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Thanks to Susan Spaulding for both hosting Sunday Photo Fiction and providing this weeks photo.

 

20 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction”

  5. Mike May 27, 2018 / 23:10

    A unexpected ending, and a fine story.

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  10. athling2001 May 30, 2018 / 17:19

    I love it! Such a beautiful story of a Grandmother watching over her grandchild.

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