Saturday, June 14, 2014

Yesterday's memories

Netta sat on the old satin sofa of her old school. Mr. Checks pushed his nose deep into her purse. 

"All right little buddy." 

Netta retrieved the leftover chicken from the brunch. If they could see my memories, they wouldn't say this old school is too far gone to save.

This is written as a Saturday Short for a blog called Chaotically Yours. The challenge was a 50 word story inspired by the picture above.

1 comment:

  1. Things could be much simpler if our nostalgia could be easily shared. Thanks for linking up.


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