Old man? But he would be old if he had lived; he was older than me.
“I’ll be waiting for you right here,” he said every time we parted. “Even if I die, I shall still wait here for you.” And me, the callous bitch, married his brother within a year.
Thirty years since I’ve been here, his brother now joined him in death. And what did I expect to find? His ghost? No, just this carving, done as a self-portrait he’d said.
crispina kemp 
Ha! Nice one.
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Thank you, Sadje. It was mulling in the head for a few days before it emerged as this
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You’re welcome!
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🙂
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I’d be rather worried about my own death if I were her. Good one.
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Thank you. Almost a true story. 🙂
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Ohhh. I do like this. And I have an idea brewing in my head to play along… Hmmm…
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Oh good. Glad to inspire you 🙂 🙂 🙂
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You do. Often!
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Big smiles. 🙂
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A moving story Crispina.
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Almost based on an almost true story
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