“Tell me ’bout my Papa again.”
“OK. One more time.” Opal held her daughter tight in front of the fire.
“Your papa stole my heart the day he walked into the market, drenched from head to toe. He looked right into my eyes and said I’d like to buy a towel. When he took the towel he winked at me.”
“And we were married that summer. He was the love of my life, your father. I was a train wreck when he died.”
“Do you think you’ll marry again?”
“Only the Lord can know that, child.”
Written for WarmUp Wednesday!
“This week’s Warmup Wednesday challenge: Include a reference to your birthstone.” (I included both birthstones for October.)