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?
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Rochelle’s challenge is to write a 100 word selection using photo prompt.
PHOTO PROMPT © Valerie J. Barrett
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sweet aroma 
Oh so sweet❤️
Thank you. I have so many widowed friends. This is written with them in mind.
Yup. She’ll hear him for sure
Thanks for the reassurance, Neil I think she will also.
Creative and touching.
There’s much more to the whistling.
Hearing a loved one’s voice,
Is a longing heart’s choice…
Three Musketeers – Anita
Thanks for the creative response, Anita. I lliked your story and made a comment about the parents not letting their son live on a silver spoon. However, I don’g think it posted because of the google account situation. I don’t know how to follow through with that.
There are always reminders or signs of the loved one’s presence. Connections never die. Touching story, Oneta.
Thanks, Olga. For some the memories remain as a comfort for a long time.
Wow!
Heaven’s train coming – sweet and sad.
Well, it will come for all of us one day (or may be the one from hell for me? What does the whistle says😂)
I think she will still hear Jim’s voice as he whispered “You’re my love my turtle dove.” What do you think it might say. Or, do you not hear words coming from machines like the slush of the water in the dish washer? No, with your imagination, you have to hear poetry i the rain swishes of windshield wipers. 😀
Ah, the sound of raindrops playing music on a tin roof from my childhood.
Beautiful touching story. Thank you. May we all hear something beautiful in the kettle’s whistle.
Thank you and amen.
Beautifully written….I really enjoyed this one.
~Donna
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Thank you, Donna. You did the Birkingurl challenge! I could not think of a thing for that. You aced it! See you next week probably.
I like to think I hear mine now and again.
This was lovely.
Ahhh, sweet memories to you. Thank you.
Thank you
Endearing story of how memories are happy reminders of the our best times in life.
Thanks for reading and commenting, James. I have a newly widowed sister who is in the midst of most everything she does.
Oh, so sad, and at the same time so sweet. What a wonderful memory to have been loved that much. Lovely story.
Thanks so much for your kind words.
I love how you built your story and how her husband still lives through her cherished memories.
Thanks so much for you empathy toward my “Fran.”
You are very welcome, Oneta.
What a sweet paean to a lost love!
Thank you. That is kind of you.
Nostalgic moment for Fran. The winter chill and kettle whistle refreshed her memory of Jim. Nice!
Thank you. I went over to read your FF. You set up quite a mystery. I doubt that he pushed for a longer contract. 😀
Thank you for reading.
I believe she will “hear” him in her heart and mind whenever the whistle blows. A wonderful marital relationship is not ended by death.
Thanks, granonine. Joy of memories and in having known someone so well you know what they will say before they say it.
Wonderfully sensitive piece, I’m sure she’ll hear things forever
Yes thanks for understanding this presentation of a long and happy marriage.