Richard drew a long puff on his cigar and pointed out into the garden.
Why not get rid of it, Emma?
Glancing back at Sybil in her rocking chair, Emma wiped her hands on the apron and said, You know how some things have sentimental value? They remind you of a special memory, a stolen kiss, a warm embrace, a colourful rainbow or a dog’s bark?
Richard shrugged, Yeah?
Sybil doesn’t recall much. But, I have seen her gaze at that window with a glimmer of knowing on some days. Those days are the best.
Emma’s voice faltered, She remembers.
Word count: 100
Written for the Light and Shade Challenge
This Friday’s picture prompt is given above
Writers must attempt a piece of fact/fiction/poetry in 100 words or less
I am a Write Tribe Pro Blogger– Trying to blog everyday for a year.
Today is Day 49
Linking this to World Alzheimer’s Day- September 21st over at Write Tribe
Also linking this to Day 20 of the Ultra Blog Challenge