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#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time.
She knew it in her head already, it was her heart that wouldn't help her to let go.
It seems everyone has their own ideas of how much time it takes to "move on"and her family was all too happy to give her their take on it. She just had had to find her own timetable.
The picture ignited quickly and the flames in her fireplace consumed it without any regard. It could have been anything, trash, wood, marshmallows, it was all the same to the greedy logs. Not to Marjorie.
Born Marjorie Mallard, unlike her last name because mallards are generally very social creatures, she had always been a quiet girl, ill at ease in most situations others are comfortable in. Beginning in kindergarten she was mostly by herself . Kids would make “duck calls ” when they first heard her last name, and every opportunity they got after . Some adults could even be heard quacking under their breath.
Her parents pushed her to take dance classes and sports in grammar school hoping to help her be less awkward and make friends. Marj as her mother called her, did make a few friends and once in...
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time.
She knew it in her head already, it was her heart that wouldn't help her to let go.
It seems everyone has their own ideas of how much time it takes to "move on"and her family was all too happy to give her their take on it. She just had had to find her own timetable.
The picture ignited quickly and the flames in her fireplace consumed it without any regard. It could have been anything, trash, wood, marshmallows, it was all the same to the greedy logs. Not to Marjorie.
Born Marjorie Mallard, unlike her last name because mallards are generally very social creatures, she had always been a quiet girl, ill at ease in most situations others are comfortable in. Beginning in kindergarten she was mostly by herself . Kids would make “duck calls ” when they first heard her last name, and every opportunity they got after . Some adults could even be heard quacking under their breath.
Her parents pushed her to take dance classes and sports in grammar school hoping to help her be less awkward and make friends. Marj as her mother called her, did make a few friends and once in...
