The Best of Times

She only saw the ocean once in her 78 years. A few years before she had to leave home, her brother-in-law arranged a trip to the beach for she and her sisters. They spent a week at the seashore and it was a glorious time. They had their coffee on the beach in the mornings and their nightcap at night,

She spent time collecting sea shells. She kept them in a glass dome after she returned home.

When she had to leave home for good, she took her shells. She thought of her sisters and remembered the best of times.

For Friday Fictioneers. Thanks, Rochelle!

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