Rinsing the dishes, his elbow moved rhythmically in and out of the hole in the arm of his sweater. “Your late sister gave me this,” he said, wiping his hands on the tea towel.

“Take it off and I’ll darn it for you,” I offered.

Back home, I examined the disintegrating sweater. There were more holes than body. Moths? Overuse?

It sat on the table for a week, untouched.

I handed it back, undarned.

“Too far gone” I said.

He looked at the sweater, then at me, and sighed. “Aren’t we all?”

Too far gone…. was originally published in The Story Whisperer on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Round-lobed acorns fall

Return to eucalyptus

Koala mate, mate!

Response to the poetry prompt ‘Acorn’ in Week Thirty-Seven of Marie-Chelsea’s 2023 Writing Prompt Journey in The Storyteller’s Vault.

A Migrant’s Return was originally published in The Poetry Whisperer on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

An epiphany!

I turned to look around me

Everything had changed