It’s time for my weekly Story Starter prompt. Here’s how it works. Every Tuesday morning (my time), I’m going to give you a “teaser” sentence or sentence fragment and your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to build a story (prose or poetry) around that sentence/fragment. It doesn’t have to be the first […]

Fandango’s Story Starter #189

This week’s Story Starter teaser is highlighted:

Once the girls left, Beth shuffled through her choices of photo albums. She grabbed the old album that she wanted. The old photographs made her conscious of her age, of how much time had passed, and of what an interesting life she’d had. Beth paused at the bookshelf.  Before she pulled the photo album out from its hiding place, she froze. Was she ready to do this tonight? Beth stood there grasping the photo album. It was the one that contained pictures of her husband, Stan. She remembered when she first met her husband at the age of 16. She was smitten with Stan from the very first glimpse of him. They were so in love. When he enlisted in the Air Force, Beth felt like he was deserting her. What she didn’t know at the time was that they would share a beautiful life after his service duty. When her husband passed away, Beth was left with the business her and her husband built together. At times, she felt alone and overwhelmed being a sole owner now. Yet, obligations, when done, made her life run smoothly. The old photos in this album she held onto would remind her of the joy in life. Beth and Stan had a beautiful life together when he was alive. She pulled the photo album off the shelf and then turned around to have her back against the wall. Beth sat in the comfy chair next to the bookshelf. She opened the pages of the photo album to be reminded of how beautiful life was with her husband. When she finished with the album, she got up from the chair and put the book back in its place. Then, she walked to her room without changing from her day clothes. Beth took off her shoes, got into bed, and pulled the blanket over herself. Life was good. Life was “still” good. Memories were reminders of how precious time and life were. Beth fell asleep, dreaming of her beautiful life.

Until Next Time,

Heidi💜