Grandma’s Rock

Today’s Friday Flash Fiction post is my take on the photo prompt provided by Madison Woods. Visit her website    http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/  and find links to other Friday Flash Fiction stories from authors around the globe.
Grandma’s Rock
It wasn’t far from the little cabin. The once well-worn path, now overgrown with greenbriars and honeysuckle, just a faint memory.  Ears strained to capture the harmonious melody of water trickling over stones, I picked my way through underbrush.
There, beneath a slight opening in the trees, was Grandma’s rock.  Solid and unchanged by the ravages of time and technology, the large curvaceous stone could be imagined as a love seat or daybed.
Decorated with patches of moss, lichen, and a smattering of dried leaves—a living memorial to the calluses on Grandma’s knees from washing diapers in the stream.
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9 Comments on “Grandma’s Rock

  1. Hi Russell,Grandma's Rock is a pastoral in an of itself. I enjoyed the tone and reverence for nature and, of course, for Grandma herself. A lovely piece.Aloha,Doug

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  2. Hi Russell,This if a very nice memory piece and as a resident of the Ozarks, I loved the Ozarky feel of it. Great descriptive writing with a touching sense of nostalgia.Here's mine: bridgesareforburning.wordpress.com/

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  3. Aw, that was charming. I thought you were going to end it differently and I really enjoyed the story ending with the reality of why the rock was Grandma's.Good show,Lindaura

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