Thursday is Sue Vincent’s Writephoto challenge. This was one of the first I took up when I started my blog and I try not to miss them.
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Tom held the picture in his gnarled arthritic hands.
Several times he took another look and gazed back at what he was holding.
They had told him the land had been developed, and the meadows he remembered as a child were all gone, the stones having been relocated here.
The fields were full of poppies, buttercups and bluebells, their smell still lingering in the air of his memory. He stretched out his hand and took a step back in time …………………….
They found him asleep on the bench where they’d left him to get a cup of tea.
The park was a far cry from the open meadows, but it was peaceful and well kept.
On trying to rouse him, the picture fluttered to the ground.
Doug picked it up, recognising the photo immediately, only now there was a smiling figure in the midst of the flowers, hands caressing their stems and heads.