The photo album enlivens a vineyard of memories.
That glass-wooden room was our “secret den” . No, I have been furthest from police stations and/or criminal records. Thank God! Our “den “ was the sanctuary where we had the freedom to be as deliriously happy as we wanted to be! We, the “gang” of siblings, cousins and close friends relaxed in the “den” over guileless conversations and imported music sans supervision.
I received an “urgent “ mail today .
It read :
‘Please join us for Rachel’s 50th Birthday celebrations with her “gang “.
Date : July 10th .
Venue: “the den”.’
I turn 50 on 10th July.
Word count – 99
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle . Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
Photo prompt courtesy : Sarah Potter.