I love when memories are stimulated by the senses.

[shannon_vidal]

As I walk in the sun and notice the way the heat feels on my back I remember the day she walked us to the top of the largest hill where we lived and sat observing a strange man pottering around his yard. “He’s burying his wife” she joked, and she amazed me with her sense of humour. When I see a fly buzz around your head and settle on your clothes I

Comments

[belrose]

This is such a lovely piece of writing. Very personal and true; I like that you say that memories are stimulated by senses - my own memories were also evoked by this piece of writing. I love the repetition of "she said". It ties everything together quite nicely. Well done =]