She used to kick her feet high up in the air, swing into her fantasy, and wonder, “What will I be when I grow up?”
Once she grew up, however, she swayed to and fro between her dream and reality, and often mulled over, “What am I doing?”
The swing is now stationary, and she spends her time caressing the past and watching the loved ones celebrate her fascinating life.

For Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Seven
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“She used to kick her feet high up in the air, swing into her fantasy.”
You had me gripped from line!
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Glad it spoke to you. Appreciate the visit and comment!
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great piece this week! Beautiful prose. It flowed so well.
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Thank you very much!
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I love the line, “Caressing the past” — lovingly portrays how we look at our memories 🙂
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😊
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So much in so few lines — Brilliant!
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Thank you!
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🙂
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WOW, that final line really is a clincher!! And I love your phrase “caresses the past”…WOW.
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You are too kind… Thank you.
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Never too kind, always sincere–you’re welcome 🙂
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“Caressing the past” — oh, VERY good!
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Thank you.
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What a bittersweet story. Beautifully written!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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You packed a lifetime into three lines. Well written and poignant.
I also want to thank you for stopping by f-stop fantasy, my own little fantasy world. 🙂
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Thank YOU for the visit and comment.
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