Roses and Stone #writephoto

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Roses and Stone (193 Words)

It was all that he had left. All that he had left of a memory. For a moment he sat, turning the stone in his hands.

This is ours, Ellan. Ours forever. Mrs. Coleman said she’d give me some cuttings from her rose and we’ll plant them out front. Can you imagine? Roses in our window, just like—”

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