The Yellow Ribbon

The following story is written for the “Sunday Six Sentence Story Word prompt hosted by the lovely and talented Girlieontheedge’s blog. For more information and/or to participate, please find the prompt for this week at:

And, here we go…

Yellow Ribbon

I rounded the old oak tree with its yellow band of ribbon beckoning and heard faint strains of a fiddle carried on the air as a slow smile made its way to my face. I breathed in the tangy scent of fresh barbeque, tears gathered and dared to fall. It looked as if the entire community had turned out and I wondered how long it would be before anyone noticed. Stepping from from the sidewalk to the grass I clutched my cane for the painful steps to the picnic tables. I was just about to heave a sigh when a hand laid itself on my shoulder. The words ‘welcome home’ broke the dam as I collapsed into arms that held me tight.

Author: Bear

I'm a crazy old lady who likes to write, art, and create things.

20 thoughts on “The Yellow Ribbon”

  1. What a touching story, Bear. Beautifully written evoking vibrant visuals, sounds… the smell of the “tangy fresh scent of barbeque”!
    …Heartstrings tugged.

    You absolutely must link this later this week!
    Welcome to Six Sentence Stories 😊

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    1. I found it! Thanks for stopping by. Our heartfelt prayers and hugs are sent across the pond to your beloved kingdom this morning. Such a historic day filled with great sadness in the world.

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  2. Hi, Bear. That was a beautiful and tender read. The reader has no idea what’s going on, only the sweet, little clues that tug at certain heart strings and make us think…
    Love it! 😎
    – Ford

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