Crisp, my aged companion, stopped to observe the sculpture.
“This reminds me of a joke my dad used to play with me. He’d hold his hand palm up with his fingers sticking up and say: ‘What do you call one of these?’ And I’d not know so I’d say: ‘I don’t know.’ He’d then reverse his hand and say: ‘A dead one of these.’”
Crisp chuckled at the memory it stirred in her mind; I don’t think she had to clear away many cobwebs to remember that one.
“Your dad was quite a character,” I said as we both took in the sculpture.
“Made me laugh, still does,” she said and she had one of those wistful looks on her face as we made our way further along the street, where to our amazement…
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2020/01/29/crimsons-creative-challenge-64/
Morpethroad 
I really do like that. I’m sensing a tenderness between you and your [imaginary] companion. Nice. 🙂
Well it’s a whole lot better than having them at each other’s throats 😀
Oh absolutely. You paint a most interesting picture of the ageing Crisp 🙂
Based to a degree on experience 😃
Which is why it comes across as true.
And now I must bid you adieu… i must to bed. Gosh, that’s almost Shakespearean.
Funny, my Dad used to say that too!
I still have a giggle over it even though it’s so silly 😛
me too
Akind and thoughtful moment, Michael.
Thanks so much Violet for stopping by.
Good one Michael. But what happens at the end! 😊
Maybe next week we might find out.
Okay.
It’s one for the grandkids and their response of , awww grandma!😀
This one was particularly sweet, Michael. Loved it.
Hi Dale thanks for stopping by. Glad you enjoyed this one.
talk about a cliffhanger…
Yes one wonders what might happen next.