24 June 2022

Published June 22, 2022 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100


“This looks real old, Grandpa,” said nine-year-old Noah.

Edmond set down a piano-shaped teapot to check out the dog-eared book his grandson had picked up.“Whaddya know? It’s Tom Swift and his Airship. Looks just like the copy my pop bought me seventy years ago in a flea market like this. It was his last day of leave. A month later the telegram came from the war department.”

Edmond took the book and opened it to the title page. “It-it can’t be!”

 The cramped handwriting blurred.

63 comments on “24 June 2022

    • Dear Miranda,

      Things like this do happen, don’t they? My story is based on a true story of a man who found a book of poetry given to him by his grandfather in a second hand book shop. Thank you for your sweet comments and sharing the author’s story.




  • What a beautiful story what a beautiful thought. I rather imagine the book will become Noah’s someday and he will never let it out of his possesion until it it time for him to pass it on. Well done as always my friend.

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    • Dear Penny,

      It is based on a true story that took place in another place. I was so touched by it I had to recreate it. Glad you enjoyed and took the time to leave a nice comment. 😀




  • Aww. What a great thing–getting the same gift twice.

    My mom collected ceramic birds. Some of them, she specified for certain people to receive after she died. Some of the others we just didn’t know about for sure, but a niece of mine was the only one who was really distressed about not knowing what happened to Meemaw’s birds.
    One day, this niece was in an antique store just browsing, and a pair of beautiful ceramic birds caught her eye. She told me later that she thought they looked exactly like a pair Meemaw had. My dad had given them to my mom as an anniversary gift, I believe.

    My niece picked up one of the birds and turned it over to look at the pedestal. Sure enough, my dad had written ” to June from John” with a Sharpie. My niece was so excited! She took the birds up front and told the cashier she didn’t care what they cost, she would buy them. When she told the cashier the story, the girl went and got the owner of the store and repeated the story to her. The owner, with tears in her eyes, said, “I knew your Meemaw. She would have wanted you to have them. Let them be my gift to you, in her memory.”

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  • Dear Flea Shopper W(T)F,

    Looks to me like Grandpa is getting impatient because Grandma is taking so damn long browsing the store. How many damn fleas does she need? Who knows, she might even bring home a couple dozen head lice if the price is cheap enough.

    She needs to get her old prune-wrinkled ass out of there and take Grandpa home. Hell, Wheel of Fortune is fixin’ to come on.

    Crusty Curmudgeon in Goshen

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    • Dear Crusty Curmudgeon in Goshen,

      Obviously, you haven’t been drinking enough prune wine to keep your nose red and the lower half regular. Time to untie the knot in your boxers. I’m sending a crate of Geritol for your other issues.
      Hey, who knows when a few fleas will come in handy.
      I’m glad you enjoyed my carefully written, 9 year old, secondhand story while you were in the neighborhood. Come again when you have less time.


      Flea Shopper W(T)F

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  • A lovely and pleasing story, Rochelle.

    I always do the books and often buy at such venues. I’ve been reading about antiquarian book collecting and learned the term “book scout.” Such discoveries are out there. 🙂



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  • this story reminds me of my favorite movie called “definitely, maybe” starring ryan reynolds. his love interest in the movie spent years searching secondhand bookstores for a book that her father gave her shortly before he died. as fate would have it, he found it but decided to keep it because by then she was already living with her boyfriend. of course, there was a happy ending to be revealed when you watch the movie. 🙂

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