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The pride of my owner
Now after 40 years, when my owner is trapped in the
photo-frame and hanging on the wall
I am strapped to a truck and taken to another location, like
every other fall
Lucky for me, I am declared antique, and my name becomes special in every show I go
While the only place my owner’s name comes now in the frame
below which a candle glows
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers
Dear Dee Dee,
ReplyDeleteSad but true.
Shalom,
Rochelle
:-)
DeleteThanks for dropping by Rochelle
At least it lives on...
ReplyDeleteYes, atleast it lives on
DeleteThanks for dropping by Dale :)
This is a beautiful story. I think the car is mistaken though, once it's gone, no one will burn a candle.
ReplyDeleteI agree, it lives in an illusion bubble. Let it
DeleteThanks for dropping by Ga H
Trapped in a photo frame, I like your imagery in this piece
ReplyDeleteThank you Michael :)
DeleteThe passing of time is well-written in your story.
ReplyDeleteA bit of back at you at the end. I liked this story very much.
Isadora 😎
Thanks a lot Isadora
DeleteYour comment means a lot :)
And just like that, the story of Optimus Prime begins :D
ReplyDeleteROTFL....
Delete*Standing ovation* for this comment :P
Thank you, thank you!!
Delete*bows* :D
Full nautanki You are
DeleteI'll have to accept that, if it's coming from the Indian Drama Queen herself :D
DeleteLoved the personification!!! Great!
ReplyDeleteThank you Roger :)
DeleteLoved the personification! Great job!
ReplyDeleteThanks again Roger :)
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