Friday Fictioneer

Another Friday Fictioneer write.  Those of you writer friends, I hope you will join Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Madison Woods.  You can find details at www.madison-woods.com or check her out on Facebook.

Here is my write to the above photo:

She finally explained. 

In my recent visit with Grandma the other day, we sat on the porch, as we try to do now.  She loved to tell stories of “Grandma’s summer camp” as she called it.  Every summer me, my brother, and my cousins spent our days at Grandma’s while our parents worked.

“Grandma?  Do you remember what your favorite song was that you sang all the time?” 

“I sure do.  I heard it through the grapevine . . .” she sang in her broken voice.

“How come you always sang that song?”

A smile lifted the corners of her mouth.  “I used to sit here in this very chair while you kids played.  Do you remember where you and Jack loved to hang out?  Yup, right down there below the porch in the grapevine.  I heard it all, your struggles, dreams, tall tales and about every girl you knew.”  She squeezed my hand with her aging strength, “I heard it through the grapevine.

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26 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneer

    • Oh Tara. I hope you found those tears to be delightful as I know they were bittersweet. I hope you continue to be blessed with the wonderful rememberings. Thanks so much for sharing.

  1. Really liked his grandmother’s association of the physical grapevine with a song. I was split about “aging strength”—it’s a really neat phrase that I liked a lot, but “strength” suggests “strong” and “aging” wasn’t a strong enough word to negate that (it seemed like you were trying to convey “she squeezed my hand weakly”, but that isn’t how “aging strength” felt to me). And (this is entirely because I’m female) I didn’t realize until I reread the last paragraph that I caught on that the main character was male (silly me).

    Very nicely done. 🙂

    • I appreciate your thoughts about aging strength. I meant it as a statement about her small, frail grip on her grandson’s arm – but I see where you are coming from. Certainly was good to think about and consider. Thanks for stopping by and giving me your constructive input – really value that.

  2. That was a good story, folksy and down home, like the kind only grandmas could tell. Thanks for the positive comment on mine and for visiting.

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