Hope chest…

 

 

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

My hope chest…

The first piece, the only one from my Great Grandmother’s hope chest. Her daughter, my Gran gave it to me when I was twelve…

Thus began a journey of visiting antique shops that spanned the years until my wedding day…

Looking for all the pieces of the set…including the punch bowl!

My most prized possession…

I wept as I wrapped the last piece in newspaper and placed it in the box.

No job. No home. Hubby in need of medicine to live.

The only treasure left.

Now, sold.

A life means more than a piece of glass.

wc: 100 exactly

 

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our illustrious hostess, for this week’s photo prompt.We’d love to see you around the table.

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16 thoughts on “Hope chest…

  1. Life throws us challenges. Heartbreaking as it is to lose such a valued piece of memory, I am sure the love for her husband is stronger.
    Love this, Jelli. And yes, it does sound way too real.

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    1. yes, my hubby is far more important than a piece of glass, or even a diamond. 2 yrs homeless and jobless, we sold everything we could just to keep him in his needed meds. Don’t know how we made it through, but we did.

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  2. Oh Jelli, that’s sad. I’m so sorry you went through that. But what a valuable lesson you have given us about the relative values of possessions – even those in which we have invested a great deal of passion – and a human life. What a good choice you made. And you wrote the story beautifully.

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    1. They tried that here, unfortunately it only made the costs triple or worse. Now, even though we have health insurance, it doesn’t cover his meds at all. If it weren’t for food pantries, there are months when we would starve.

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  3. Dear Jelli,

    This story pulls at the heartstrings. Vividly written with every word drawing us into the sadness of the loss of this family heirloom. The greatest consolation is the blessing it brought to your precious loved one. Your memory of it will linger forever. Lovely story …
    Isadora 😎

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