The Price


NanaTwenty-five years isn’t long enough, it seems, for Sis’s frozen heart to thaw, for her to let go of the ancient stones in her worn shoes and walk barefoot in the ocean’s sweet waves, holding the hands of grandchildren she’s never met.

6 Comments on “The Price

  1. Pride gets in the way all too often. Your idea of presenting the grudges as stones in her shoes works very well!

  2. “walk barefoot in the ocean’s sweet waves” is the perfect image for warmth to melt any icicle, which makes the stubbornness even more sad.

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