Richenda had always hated New York. After college, she had moved away, never returning until today, for her mother’s funeral. She wandered Manhattan, trying to see the city through Mom’s eyes, hear it through her ears. For the first time, the city felt alive to her, instead of just loud.
Wonderful!! I always enjoy sending you prompts because of the delightfully imaginative stories you create from them. Seeing, hearing. These words speak to me and help me to stay in the here and now, far more than looking and listening. Love it!
Wonderful!! I always enjoy sending you prompts because of the delightfully imaginative stories you create from them. Seeing, hearing. These words speak to me and help me to stay in the here and now, far more than looking and listening. Love it!
Perspective is huge and often late 🙏
Reminds me of going back to rural Idaho for my grandparents’ funerals, only I appreciated to quiet instead of seeing boredom.