I spotted to Bloomsday quilt in a Salvation Army thrift store. The top of the quilt was made of the 12 K tee shirts someone had collected over the years by running in the event. I searched every inch of the quilt for some hint as to who this former runner had been. I wanted to know how an object so obviously treasured by the owner ended up here. I wanted the story. I wanted to tell the story.
I couldn’t find anything on the quilt or from the person working in the store. So I made up the story. Here it is . . .
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “the 12 K.”
Remember the power of silence
‘Yes, we race to remember our dead’, said Paul panting—the picture of bronzed health. He was the centre of admiring glances by most of the women and the occasional man in the crowd. Smiling, the minister just looked up and asked quietly, ‘ but how do you remember life?’
I can imagine how you felt. There is a story there that needs to be told. I don’t have anything to write tonight, but the prompt is moving. A silent salute to the runner, whoever he or she is or was.