Hi everyone! On this beautiful sunny morning, I’m reflecting and taking a minute to slow things down. This was partly the inspiration for the story I’m sharing with you today. It was written for Vivian Kirfields 50 Precious Words contest. That’s right, you have to write a complete story using only 50 words. (I do love a good contest!) It is a story that speaks of the simple things in life combined with the love we have for our grandparents. I hope you enjoy it!
THE SKIPPING STONES
The best stones rest
in the shade of
the weeping willow.
Grandpa taught me so.
Smooth.
Light.
Lean.
Elbow back.
Release!
Kerplunk.
Again!
Plop.
My shoes shuffle the dirt.
A breeze whispers, "Try again".
I choose another.
Then-
skim,
skim,
skim!
Just like Grandpa used to do.
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Love it, Kelly!
Thank you, Jessica!
This speaks to my heart. The lessons from the people we’ve loved and lost continue to whisper, if we listen and keep trying. I love the lyricism of “my shoes shuffle the dirt” .
Hi Laurie! I’m just seeing this now for some reason so thank you for kind words!