Happy Birthday
CLAAANK! GRUTUTUTUT! Kaput.
“What now?” groaned Donald,
tipping over the mower.
These knees aren’t for
bending down these days. What’s this? Ouch, wait… His hand felt for and teased out the
culprit.
Her writing shed key: shining
silver against his wrinkly palm.
Happy Birthday, My
Love.
Oh, just want I’ve
dreamed of! Thank you!
You deserve it, Darling.
Judith really had. She hadn’t deserved
leaving without having written a word in it.
Donald wrapped the key in his
palm and took a breath.
With all his strength, he threw
it over the fence; last saw it flying in the sunshine.
100 words, excluding title
This story was written from the prompt at Julia's Place and her 100-word writing challenges. This week's prompt was the above photo.
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