Still Life

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photo credit: Janet Webb

A jar of his favorite candy.

The tears in her eyes made the shiny wrappers all blurry;  like the memories of better times.

A scented candle in the window, patchouli fragrance. Funny how a certain smell could make you remember.

Late afternoon sunshine filtering through the window….it had been their favorite time of day.

The sketch she had made of him while he slept…..why had she never framed it?  It seemed pointless now.

He should have been more careful.

Soon it would be over forever.

She would make him pay for throwing all these wonderful memories away.



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About Life in the 50's and beyond...

Welcome to Life in the 50's and 60's and beyond .... where I write about my childhood memories, music of the 60's and about life in the country. I am a mother, grandmother, farmer's wife, business owner, and retired teacher.
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6 Responses to Still Life

  1. After pondering all of those memories, the ending had a powerful jolt.
    Well written …
    Isadora 😎

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  2. Sandra says:

    Hell hath no fury, they say…


  3. Iain Kelly says:

    Hell hath no fury and all that… Nice take.


  4. Oh, this seemed so gentle and melancholy then BOOM the last line turned everything around. Kudos!


  5. gahlearner says:

    I think knowing the truth will, in the end, make her happier than holding on to false memories. And plotting revenge doesn’t seem so bad either. Her hurt feelings come through clearly.


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