My half dozen …

Keith's Ramblings

for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Junk!

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She’d wave her stick as we ran away giggling about our latest prank, we were horrible kids and taunted Hilda repeatedly.

When I left school I got a job helping to clear houses, often ones where people had passed away and nobody cared.

When I was sent to Hilda’s dilapidated house after she died, I pushed open the door, sweeping aside a stack of junk mail and ventured inside. 

Scattered across a dusty dresser were old photos of children, one holding a certificate, another dancing, one in a wheelchair, another in bed, and alongside them several faded letters from a children’s hospice. 

Thank you, Mrs Hodges, one said, and below were dozens of children’s names; big, small, wobbly, neat, the way kid’s signatures are, and kisses, lots of kisses.

I hope we’ll meet again Hilda, up there, there’s something I really need to say.

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Thanks to GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.

 

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31 thoughts on “My half dozen …”

  3. UP Dec 16, 2021 / 13:43

    It is too early to well UP, but you;ve done it again. Good six. Good six.

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  7. Frank Hubeny Dec 16, 2021 / 16:59

    Beautifully told story of Hilda. And a good reminder not to prejudge those we meet. Tomorrow we may see them more clearly.

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  8. The Atomic Mage Dec 16, 2021 / 20:38

    Bravo, what a breathtaking Six. So sad isn’t it. There are a few people I’d like to say sorry to, for being an arrogant punk when I was a wee little tyke.

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  10. Liz H Dec 17, 2021 / 02:22

    Don’t it always seem to go
    That you don’t know what you got ’til i’s gone.
    This was very sweet, Keith!

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  14. GirlieOnTheEdge Dec 18, 2021 / 16:32

    And thank you, Keith, for a beautiful and reflective story. I’m with Frank. Easy to prejudge especially as children, no excuse as adults.

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