photo by Clem Onojehungo via Unsplash
“What’s this photo, Nanny?”
Looking down, I felt the sharp stab of regret.
I had lost that outfit, and, most of all, that car.
Written for three line tales
photo by Clem Onojehungo via Unsplash
“What’s this photo, Nanny?”
Looking down, I felt the sharp stab of regret.
I had lost that outfit, and, most of all, that car.
Written for three line tales
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It’s sad she sees the things she’s lost in the past instead of the future she’s gained with her granddaughter. Regret is an emotion with rarely a recourse. Great tale 🙂
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Many look back instead of forward.Thanks for reading.
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Oh so true…thank you for bringing to your perspective 🙂
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haha sometimes the photo reminds us of things we lost or destroyed intentionally – nice!
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Sure does! Thanks for reading.
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