Tessa and her father talked about memorable family events while planting geraniums by his parents’ headstone.
Walking back to the car, Tessa said, “I thought I would know everyone in town when I moved back, but I don’t. Sadly I see many familiar names here.”
“You were gone over twenty-five years. Folks passed on, and lots of your generation moved away.”
“Funny, my life was always changing, and yet I expected my hometown not to. Sort’a naive.”
Her father nodded. “What’s that saying, children don’t age if you don’t witness it happening.”
“I guess that applies to hometowns too.”
Written in response to Charli Mills July 22, 2021, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a hometown. It can be your hometown or a fictional one. Who is there? When is it set? What is happening? Go where the prompt leads!
08/05/2021 at 10:03
This is very true, Susan. A great piece.
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