LJ Idol - Week 3 - Coprolite

[monkeysugarmama]

The cabin was barely more than a glorified tool shed.

Tucked back in the trees beyond Ginny’s yard, it was camouflaged by the briars and kudzu and scrubby pine saplings that take root in a place once peopled but now abandoned. The prickers hid it from prying eyes throughout the warm summer months. With the woods thick around it, the only sign of the

Comments

[sonophax]

How poignantly sad, but there's a good deal of sweetness in this too. Very nicely done.

[monkeysugarmama]

Thank you so much for reading!

[baxaphobia]

What a very sad but beautifully told story!

[muchtooarrogant]

Welcome back from your Bye week. Yours is the first submission I've read, and I like what you did with the prompt. This was a very engaging story, oblivious childhood self and all. *teasing* Although, I suppose you could've created it all, it just reads like a true memory. Great job.

Dan

[monkeysugarmama]

Thank you, your compliments mean a lot.

It is a true story, as true as something remembered from 24 years ago can be anyway.

I haven't talked to Ginny - name slightly changed to protect the innocent - since 1990. I just looked her up on Facebook though and from what I can tell as a non-friend of hers, she's married now, looks happy...

[majesticzaichik]

This was a wonderful story. I just loved how you painted a picture of youth and stolen memories. Truly beautifully written.

[monkeysugarmama]

Thank you so much!

[basric]

What a tender moments, recalled and well written, Wonderful.

[monkeysugarmama]

Thank you so much for reading! I'm glad you enjoyed it.