Precious Knick-Knacks

As always, writers are encouraged to be as innovative as possible with the prompt and 100 word constraints. 

This is a true story…  My father had a huge heart…

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Small trinkets collected by my father…

In exchange for the clothing on his back…

He walked in one evening barefooted…

We all wondered who received the fine price…

In another incident…

On cold night, he arrived home without his coat…

We knew then, he gave it to someone who was freezing on the streets…

In exchange for his generosity…

He received tokens in return…

He gave his coffee to a homeless sleeping at the beach…

He received a bunch of sea shells which he place proudly on the shelf…

His collection only got bigger…

As his heart and kind ways grew…

When he passed, we couldn’t give it all away…

So we kept all the precious relics important in his life…

                                                           LorB

About lumar1298

Love to read, write, and meditate. I Also have a creative side. I enjoy crafting and designing and when I want action, then I dance.
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2 Responses to Precious Knick-Knacks

  1. Dear LorB,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Lovely piece. Your father sounds like an extraordinary man.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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