Daily Ritual- #Friday #Fictioneers

Beatrice moved the papers on the writing desk so that she could dust inside the pigeon-holed rack. With practised ease, she swiped the cloth over the knobs, so that they shone like silver. The heavy, leather-backed chair was difficult to budge, so she cleaned around it.

A tiny twinge of emotion tugged at her heart as she picked up the photograph on the desk. Shaking herself, she put it back. But, the golden quill in the inkpot was the last straw.

Lachrymose, she recalled the loving way he used to hold it, while pouring his soul on to the manuscript.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields
PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields


Β©Shailaja V

Word count: 100
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30 thoughts on “Daily Ritual- #Friday #Fictioneers

  1. Great story and now I know a new word – for me because I tear so easily – I was the crybaby of my family when young, and even today – but I balance it with a lot of laughter and smiles too! Nan πŸ™‚

  2. Dear Shailaja,

    Ah those little memory triggers. I have a few around my house that bring thoughts and unexpected tears from time to time. You captured that feeling well.



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