Feeling chilly Fran put the teapot on and went back to her warm bed.
Six years ago Jim bought the whistling teapot. They lay in bed many mornings fitting words to the rhythm of its whistle. Silly things, kiddie things. Sometimes serious things.
“The sun is up; time to get up.”
“The rooster crows; the north wind blows.”
Or laughingly – “Here we lay a’hummin’; and Heaven’s train is comin’.”
Three years, sixteen days ago Heaven’s train came for Jim.
Fran smiled, reminiscing his endearing words: “You’re my love, my turtle dove.”
Will she hear him in the whistle today?
Rochelle’s challenge is to write a 100 word selection using photo prompt.
PHOTO PROMPT © Valerie J. Barrett