Old Yvette

Will you forgive me if post another one?  I have a better idea, and I really wanted to write it. I may take down my first effort, which I really don’t like very much 🙂


PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Every day,  in rusty black, Yvette hobbled to the square that held  her family’s old home.

Every day, she lowered her body to sit on a bench, folding her gnarled hands over the head of her cane. Every day,  she visualized the gardens and the birds that had lived there in such joy.

Every day,  she hated war and loss.

Every day.

23 thoughts on “Old Yvette

  1. michael1148humphris

    Loved that you did this. I guess that many writers want to rub out stories or even books that they have written. Old Yvette painted fine images for me.

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