Grandma gambled and knew if she lost she would never recoup the cost.
Sage burned in the silver container in the corner; amethyst and orange quartz stones neatly circled the photograph of him and her embracing on the rocky shore of Paracas Bay.
Nobody had bothered to tell them back then on that windy day in 1942 that love was just a mirage.
He nor she would have ever believed it would all eventually crumble like the Incan ruins beneath their foreign feet.
Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2022
I am a published poet and short story writer. I have been published in SNHU's the penmen review. https://penmenreview.com/author/jenny-andrews is the link where you can find my poetry and a short story. Previously, I self-published my novel "Bully Another Day," "Short Stories and Vignettes", and a poetry book "Spaces between the Pause" on Amazon/Kindle. Due to abysmal interest in my self-publishing venture, I have unpublished those three projects, as well as my poetry book "Life at the End of the Rainbow." However, I plan to be more aggressive in trying to find a traditional publisher for these projects.
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