Every time I stopped at the Trading post our conversation would be the same.
‘Why don’t you sell up, Vern?’ I’d ask. ‘Take the money McCullum’s are offering.’
Everyone knew McCullum’s Dairy was desperate to get Vern’s acre of land.
He’d always just smile and reply, ‘Where would you get your gas then, Jimmy? Besides, too many memories.’
Vern died last fall. As it turns out there were other reasons he never left. One reason in the cellar, another in the cavity wall. At least one more in the yard.
McCullum’s Dairy never bought the land. Doubt anyone ever will.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.