Panzerotti to Go

https://jfb57.wordpress.com/2015/05/25/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week153-2/

Prompt: …but my poor old feet…

“I’d love to keep shopping dear, but my poor old feet…”

“There’s a bench, Grandma. Let’s sit for a bit.”

“Thank you for bringing me to the mall, dear.”

“Any time, Grandma.”

“I can’t drive any more because of my poor eyesight. I guess I’ll have to cross driving an Italian sportscar off my bucket list.”

“You would’ve looked awesome driving a Ferrari, Grandma.”

“I was thinking more of a Panzerotti.”

“I think you mean a Maserati.”

“Hmmm…. No, I still think I would’ve liked to have driven a Panzerotti.”

“Hee hee… go, Panzerotti!”

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The Old Gazebo

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/05/19/fffaw-week-of-may-20-2015/

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Photo credit: Dawn M Miller

She slowly made her way toward the old gazebo, clutching her scarf tightly against the cold wind while holding a large handbag with the other hand. He walked next to her.

“There it is, Frank. This is where you proposed, remember? Oh, they had to fix it up some since that day, but I’m glad they didn’t tear it down. Aren’t you, Frank?”

He nodded and smiled.

They walked around the gazebo together. She stopped and pulled an urn out of her handbag. “Well, I guess this is it, Frank.”

He nodded. They walked around the gazebo again as she poured the ashes into the winter-weary bushes. She put the empty urn back into her handbag. “Good-bye Frank.”

He was no longer beside her. She walked away from the gazebo alone, clutching her scarf tightly against the cold wind.

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