The group was cobbled by parental geography of the mainly blue collar side of town, kids from the nicer eponymous street and others who lived in the surrounding neighborhood or north-side farms. All blank slates awaiting life stories’ unfolding and hoping for legacies of greatness any parent would want for their child.
The nest’s small-town nucleus kept its diverse congress circling into adulthood.
Even if drawn elsewhere by aspirations for more, many of those lives became fraught with attempts to fly away. Both externally and internally. Mother Nature is now trimming her aerie until she finally comes for us all.
100 Word Challenge writing prompt – blank
(Thanks to Kim for the pic.)
Goodbye, Bruce. You were one of the good ones.
Love this! Bruce was a sweet soul.
Thanks, Tammy. It’s so sad he died way too young.
I love this Katy! It tugs at the heart … Bruce was a wonderful part of our school memories and it is a shame that he left the physical world so soon. Thank you for this memory.
My pleasure, Lanea! His untimely death makes us think even more about our own mortality, eh?