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Recovering Memories

by tusker 

Posted: 31 May 2008
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The brooch that once slipped, unseen, from the dress of a young woman lies in the palm of an old man's arthritic hand. Green stones, concealed under a layer of earth and grass, now shine through dirt to wink from their silver setting.

The brooch, once lost, now recovered, brings memories into his mind and, those memories seem to carry with them the sweet scent of his late wife, Edina.

Turning the brooch over in his hand, Lester remembers the young woman he married, sixty years ago. He recalls that balmy night when they first made love beneath the boughs of the apple tree where Edina conceived and, later, rocked their new born son.

And as that memory, etched like a beautiful silhouette, stays in his mind, tears fall onto the brooch; a brooch dug up only yesterday by accident. Cleansed by his tears, the heart shaped brooch seems to pulsate in his hand and he senses Edina standing beside him, can feel her touch, hear her gentle laughter.

Tomorrow, Lester buries the body of his dear wife but the brooch is a message from her, telling him that she is fine and will stay with him until another life, their unborn great grandchild's life begins in late October.







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V`yonne at 12:02 on 31 May 2008  Report this post
Jennifer, you are in sentimental mode, I perceive. Very gentle

tusker at 12:06 on 31 May 2008  Report this post
You've guessed right. Thanks Oonah.

Jennifer

Elbowsnitch at 17:20 on 31 May 2008  Report this post
Hi Jennifer, the brooch is a lovely motif and image. Don't think you need
a brooch dug up only yesterday by accident

- since you've conveyed that in the first paragraph.

The story does feel a little sentimental - can Edina really have been such a total angel?

F

Prospero at 18:28 on 31 May 2008  Report this post
Lovely, Jennifer.

I just enjoyed the story and the hint that Edina would be reborn, and 'recovered' in October.

Smashing, such a hymn of hope.

Best

Prosp

tusker at 18:55 on 31 May 2008  Report this post
Thanks John, It happened, I mean the brooch. That's what you've caught in the flash, Hope.

Jennifer

tusker at 18:58 on 31 May 2008  Report this post
Thanks Frances. Having been married for 44 years, I hoped to convey the love, trust, hope and many memories of the one that's been left. Yes, it's sentimental. Apologies, I'm feeling that way this week. Next week, who knows.

Jennifer

Forbes at 19:08 on 31 May 2008  Report this post
A gentle one - and yes sentimental. I see what John means about the rebirth - but I din't pick that up first time through.

Nice one Jennifer.

Cheers

AVis

Prospero at 20:08 on 31 May 2008  Report this post
Hi Jennifer

For hope substitute absolute certainty. Love conquers all.

Best

John

tusker at 06:48 on 01 June 2008  Report this post
It certainly does John.

Jennifer

crowspark at 07:54 on 01 June 2008  Report this post
Lovely, Jennifer.

The brooch that once slipped, unseen,


Poetic opener.

I liked the suggestion of rebirth at the end.

Thanks for the read.
Bill

tusker at 07:55 on 01 June 2008  Report this post
Thanks Bill.

Jennifer


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