First a Giggle, Then a Memory

It's Memorial Day, the unofficial or meteorological start to the summer.  It's already too hot here and yes, I'm whining and fussing about it to Ms. Fickle M. Nature.

Most of the kiddos have a few more days of school but it's essentially over.  Be careful out there!  Recently freed teenage drivers are EVERYWHERE!

I have something serious for you down below but before we get to that I have to share with you a warning that was posted in the manual for my new dishwasher:

To avoid dishwasher damage, do not load the dishwasher 
with paper products, plastic bags, packing materials, 
or anything other than normal, 
dishwasher-safe dishware and kitchenware.

Yeah, somebody probably did.

Now for the serious bit.    I'm piggy-backing on the Saturday Centus writing group today and using the following phrase in a story of 100 words or less:

"May I help you, miss? You look puzzled.”

“Mmmm… thank you, I’m just looking for my father. We came in together a moment ago, but he seems to have wandered off.”  

 *One Moment, One Memory

It's a typical July day in Texas, hot and muggy with a slight breeze.   White specks color the green hill on the horizon.

Reffie checks her purse for a tissue.

"May I help you, miss? You look puzzled.”

“Mmmm… thank you, I’m just looking for my father. We came in together a moment ago, but he seems to have wandered off.” 

 Reffie helps her mom and follows the others.  Words are spoken.  A flag is presented.  Heads bow.

Staring at the tombstone, Reffie whispers, "Mmmm....yes.  I think you are right. He is not here."  

I first noticed these stories over at Tom's Sophisticated Lunacy blog.  Tom is an awesome writer.  Check out his Saturday story here.

*My father was a veteran but he wasn't killed in action.  He's buried in the Veteran's Cemetery in Dallas, Texas.

I hope everyone is enjoying a safe weekend and pausing for a moment to remember.  

Have a great week!