I thought I’d let this post see the light of day as it has been one of my more popular efforts and possibly not seen by my newer follower !
As you can see, its gone a bit wrong, and its re-posted it as though it came from another blog altogether.
This is the kind of technical fumbling and incompetence it has taken four years to develop and its good to provide a new example of that attribute here.
Was that her, it seemed so long ago? Another life lived in another age. A young girl dressed in white, beside the man she’d known since her birth. The son of her dad’s best friend, who played with her in his childhood, watching her back whilst they grew up in school.Her wedding ring, unmarked, on wrinkled hand, sends memories rising from another time. His face, so warm and young . The sense of being home when he was there. The new born baby nestling in her arms. Him working the shop whilst she stood by his side. An ordinary life from any point of view , free of trophies or the cheering crowds, but, full of meaning and rich in small events.
This was her world. Now only memories . A glance across a table top. His finger tapping on the dinner plate. The children squabbling over the last chips while he, exhausted, smiled at their…
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