Friday greetings all! Well I write from cold and white NE Indiana with about 30 inches of snow on the ground and lots of schedule interruptions along the way. So it has given me time to do some great reading and now… some (hopefully) good writing!
Thanks again Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the prompts and the community of Friday Fictioneers!
Here’s my take on our photo prompt for this week. Feedback welcomed!
The Memories Don’t Stop©
Jan noticed that her dad had stood motionless for several minutes in front of the painting. Sweat was pouring off his face and down onto the ground. It was a hot day at the county fair and the slightly cooler temps in the main exhibit hall was welcomed but the sweat seemed to Jan to be another kind of a sweat.
“Dad? Dad?” Jan said. Her light touch shocked him back into the present as she saw decades of life pass over his troubled face.
He simply said, “The memories don’t stop. I hear their voices, Jan.” It was 1944 again.