On Wednesdays, Delores, from A Feathered Nest has a meme which she calls Words for Wednesday.
She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, if we are able.
Sometimes I look at her words and nothing at all comes to mind.
This week's words are:
Here is my short story.
They were sad to be leaving the home they had lived in and loved for sixty years, but the time had come, to move on to a smaller home. Joe could no longer manage to care for such a large garden and Hannah could no longer climb the stairs to the second floor.
On this final early morning, for the very last time, they held hands and strolled through their garden as the sun rose, hearing the gentle tinkle of the fountain, watching the iridescent dragonflies darting among the dewdrops, as they each remembered the many other walks they had taken in the past, when the moonglow shone gently on the rose beds, and stardust sparkled in their eyes.
As they rounded the last bend in the path, their thoughts were still in the past as they heard the crunch of tyres on gravel. Their oldest daughter, Zoe, had arrived. It was time to load the suitcases and head on to the pretty retirement village near Zoe's home.