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To go back (Friday Fictioneers)

March 18, 2016


When I am tired and sad I always head to the window and examine the trinkets and gifts from my travels through time. It’s hard to imagine the places I have been and the things I have seen. The people I have spoken with and laughed over, cried and cheered and loved.

That one golden clock holds special memories. A flying ship, a ready smile, a hand shake and a kiss. Oh to go there again. To see the stars and the ships, the battles and the happy children!

I touch the clock with my finger.

Perhaps… Perhaps I should.



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Word Count: 100

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  1. Ah, a Time Turner! Wonderful and wistful story!

  2. gahlearner permalink

    This is great, and if there is such a lovely places, the traveller definitely should go back. And tell us more about it. 🙂

  3. A time machine… what a treasure… love it.

  4. Memory’s, memory’s, love it.

  5. I love the idea of a time machine.

  6. Dear Laurie,

    I’ve always been fascinated with time travel stories. Perhaps she should. Lovelywriting.



  7. What a wonderful story, Laurie. I like that she has a momento from each place she’s traveled. Nice one.

    • Thank you! Well I pick up a pressie from different countries, I think I would do it from different times too 😄

  8. I like your take on the feels like magic is about to happen.

  9. Reblogged this on MadLee Poetry.

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