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!
The Write Scribe 
A tangible memory of the best of times is always so enchanting. I hope she didn’t have to leave home for an unfortunate reason.
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A story which felt so sad, I hope that I am wrong.
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I don’t know that this is sad but it left me hoping for more of the story so I think it’s just a rich and nostalgic image.
Well done!
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A wonderful story about the important things: memories. Well done.
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precious memories caught in a glass
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Some items we have bring us comfort from their memories.
I felt that in your story. Beautifully written … more please. 😀
Isadora 😎
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I wonder, when that time comes for me, what I’ll take with me. Perhaps my favorite teapot 🙂
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Some things are priceless because of their memories.
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Tangible objects as memory tokens work well. I’m glad she has them.
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