Photo Prompt © Lily
One could reminisce just here.
The two of them would continue to stay there all the time.
They’re very close to the lovely lake, such a good idea.
Pretty, too.
Maybe they are thinking.
About what?
Well, anything.
Or maybe nothing.
So, which?
I’d say… and again
It’s what?
Reminiscing.
You think so?
I do.
Pretty, aren’t they.
Of course.
Those excellent chairs.
Oh yes, bright pink.
Pink?
I thought it was more mauve?
Really?
I’d say so.
Okay, not a problem.
Anything else we should say?
Anything meaningful?
No.
Let’s just scatter them down there.
Now, enough, let’s go.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Hysterical Fiction
Word Count: 100
luna's on line 
What a lovely send-off
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Thank you, Neil.
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Such an evocative photo. I didn’t know the colour mauve even existed.😌
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You didn’t know ‘mauve’? For me it’s one of my favourite words / colours. 😉
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beautiful, Chris 💜💜💐💐
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Thanks so much, Carol Anne. 💛💞💛
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Lovely poem dear friend.
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Aww, thanks a lot, Sadje!
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You’re very welcome
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suffice is the day as bible does saY
Round world fall to spring
summer some are here
and some there
and some always never care too sadly
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Reminiscing! A delightful shared daydream. 🥰💖
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