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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