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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
hi Russell,Great piece here – I loved how you so closely associated Grandma with the rock, using adjectives that could describe either and finishing with a scene of Grandma long before she was a Grandma. Here's mine:http://elmowrites.wordpress.com/2012/02/17/friday-fiction-13/
I really liked this! Nice job. (blogger dislikes me so I usually have to do some fancy footwork in order to comment) A link to mine: http://unduecreativity.wordpress.com/2012/02/17/skipping-stones/CC
I really loved this piece. We all have lifemarks on our body from living. And that this character can pinpoint the location of where his/her grandmother received one of hers is poignant. Very well done!The link to my drabble is here: http://quillshiv.wordpress.com/2012/02/17/reading-tree-leaves/
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/
Okay, that was gorgeous until the diaper line. LOL, nicely done as always,Russell, bringing us back to reality. 🙂
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
I loved this, Russell! Our grandparents worked so much harder than we do–with their hands. I could just see Grandma washing out those dirty diapers! Interesting that you and I both saw the stone slab as a sort of couch. Like minds…Here's mine: http://www.banterwithbeth.blogspot.com
Such a delightful piece. I loved the memoir tone of it. I also liked the comment from bridgesareforburning–it has an "Ozark-y feel." Mine: http://vsta.pr/zMx9VT.