Bunky died today!
He called me just last week from his Shack on the mountain. Seems, his wife sold the house, left, and had gone to Florida. For him, the Shack was his place to get away from the heat of the summer. She stayed home by herself. Her daughter came up and helped. They liquidated all in just a few weeks.
When I worked for him, we always enjoyed long conversations filled with stories of growing up in Eastern North Carolina. He was strong willed, opinionated, and had done just about everything in his seventy plus years. Now, my friend was calling for a listening ear.
Sadly he shared, “When it was over said and done, it was a time, and there never was enough of it.”
Bunky had slipped on the side of the mountain and hit his head on a rock!
Today at d’Verse, we are writing Prosery. This consists of writing a short story, flash fiction or true, exactly 144 words, and incorperating a line of poetry given to us by Lillian. The poetry line is taken from a poem by, “A Time” by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke.
The lines we were given were:
“When it was over said and done
it was a time
and there never was enough of it.”
The story above is a true story from a few years ago, when my good friend died suddenly in an accident at his place in the mountains.
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