PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
Ghosts in the Garden. (c) 2018 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
“Jimi Hendrix is on the left, and that’s Mother Theresa next to him.” Grandma arranged a plate of cookies.
“Are these for me?” her grandson asked hopefully.
“No, silly. I have to serve them. How often do I get such prestigious guests?”
He sighed. “Interesting combination of guests.” She always had such a great imagination. It just seemed to be getting wilder every day.
“Indeed it is. Do you know what they all have in common?”
“What?”
“They love the same brand of peanut butter.” She smiled down at her platter of peanut butter cookies.
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Ghosts in the Garden is written on this day of miracles, Easter Sunday, in response to the weekly prompt challenge presented at Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields- Addicted to Purple
Glorious!
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Thank you, Neil!
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i like the idea of Jimi Hendrix and Mother Theresa being able to enjoy delicious peanut butter cookies together – and I would love to eavesdrop on the table talk.
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Goodness, yes! So would I.
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That brought a smile to my face. Why not Jimi Hendrix and Mother Teresa?
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Yes, why not?! Thanks for stopping by, Dale!
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Dear Pamela,
I’m waiting for Elvis and John Lennon. Tom Petty might show up.
Shalom
Rochelle
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What a grand time that would be! ❤
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Let Grandma have her fun. Nice little story.
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Thanks, James!
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