The mother of friend and fellow writer, the fabulous T. Lee Harris (author of award-winning mystery books and stories), has been reminiscing with me about her (the mother’s) childhood.
The mother had a childhood friend named Marion, who remained a friend all her life.
Mrs. Harris remembered that their friendship wasn’t without conflict. Sometimes they would thump each other. Then Marion would chase her, and she (the now Mrs. Harris) would yell:
Open the door, Mother, I’m comin’ home!
Crack. Me. Up. If I were going to have a tombstone, that’s what I’d want on it.
This post is part of Linda G. Hills weekly blog hop, One-Liner Wednesday. If you have a one-liner or just like them, follow the link.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: What would you (or your main character) like on your (or their) tombstone? One-liners preferred.