Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Jan Wayne Fields.

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Jason was in his second Viet Nam tour when he got the news. By then, his grandfather’s grave was already covered with winter’s first snow.

He looked at the painting, his grandfather’s favorite. Jason remembered accidentally knocking it down, the glass breaking. The young Jason anticipated anger and punishment. “Let’s get some ice cream,” was all his loving grandfather said, and hugged him.

In the desk, Jason found an envelope addressed to him. Every soldier needs a sanctuary, his grandfather wrote. Create your own.

Taking his grandfather’s photo, the letter and the painting, Jason left, soon to start his search.

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Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Bjorn Rudberg

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As a girl, Little Jesse tried to count the steps down to the Cliff House, but always lost track as she followed Great Aunt Jesse who was revealing plans for a summer full of escapades.

Jesse (now the only ‘Jesse’ in the family) surveyed the chaos that had once been artful order. Near the studio window, she found an unfinished watercolor: Aunt Jesse smiling, holding out both arms, enticing Little Jesse to take those last steps. It broke her heart that Aunt Jesse hadn’t finished it before dying.

Stepping towards the painting, Jesse picked up a brush . . .
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Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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“But it snows there!” “Usually people move away from a cold climate when they retire.” Sandra understood their confusion. She couldn’t explain the feeling of belonging when she had visited Taos and experienced the welcoming art community there.

The plane wasn’t even out of sight and she knew her family and friends were adjusting to her absence; life goes on. Looking out the window, Sandra saw the Florida landscape for the last time.

In the New Mexico mountains, temperatures were starting to drop at night. Closing her eyes, she dreamed of the first snowfall and knew she was going home.
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Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

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Sumiko remembered her grandmother, sobo Kasumi, wincing as she knelt down at the chabudai, her gnarled hands barely able to hold her bowl and chopsticks. Soon, Sobo Kasumi’s arthritis pain finally reached a point where she couldn’t grasp anything, or walk. She faded away a little each day until there was no life when the sun rose.

Sumiko’s grandchildren now followed tradition by calling her sobo Sumiko. Recalling their laughter, she smiled while digging into the microwaved dinner at her IKEA table. Tradition, she thought, grateful for her fork, knife and arthritis medicine, is sometimes best left to the young.
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