This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.
For this week’s photo, thanks to Sarah Potter and Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
A special thanks to all the readers for their time as well.
While cleaning our basement, I found a lot of old stuff. What caught my attention were these shoes. I could not recall whose these were.
My husband’s… no.
My father’s…sure not. He hated brown.
It’s so old that I can’t even tell their colour. Anyways, I pick them up and throw them in a box of “unwanted things from the past”.
As I throw them, I catch a strand from the past and everything reels before me.
“Grandpa!” How could I forget him? I remembered how I walked on his feet… on these shoes. Now I remember them right.