Each Bottle…

Each bottle, a story. Each bottle, placed there over the last fifteen years. Each bottle, creating a dancing light in the setting sun. Each bottle, a subtle reminder to the lives that were lost.

I don’t remember who started it, but the first one was for Billy Edison. He was only twenty-two. Leukemia. The youngest was little Jessica. Two months old. Car accident. The oldest, Harry Bragg, a WWII vet who died in his own bed at the age of 91.

Each bottle is a reminder of the lives of our friends and close ones who are gone from us way too soon. Each bottle nothing more and nothing less than a memorial to them.

Tonight, they added one more.

Mine.

Friday Fictioneers

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Cat Versus Dog…

He thought he found the perfect hiding spot. Thought, for once, that he was going to beat the dog at their game of hide-n-seek. Thought for sure, he would never look behind the curtain. So, he nestled in, laying as quiet as he could behind the curtain and waited. 

Ten seconds turned into twenty turned into a minute. Boredom set in at the two-minute mark. Three minutes in, he abandoned his spot to see what was taking the lumbering oaf so long. He hunched down and looked around the room, spotting the dog sleeping on the kitchen floor. ‘Figures’, he thought to himself.

He moved into the kitchen and head-butted the dog. “Hey, we are supposed to be playing.” He said.

The dog opened his eyes, stuck his paw out and touched the cat. “I win.”

“What?! That’s cheating!”

“I win.” repeated the dog and closed his eyes again.

MFtS

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