Each Bottle…

Each bottle, a story. Each bottle, placed there over the last fifteen years. Each bottle, creating a dancing light in the setting sun. Each bottle, a subtle reminder to the lives that were lost.

I don’t remember who started it, but the first one was for Billy Edison. He was only twenty-two. Leukemia. The youngest was little Jessica. Two months old. Car accident. The oldest, Harry Bragg, a WWII vet who died in his own bed at the age of 91.

Each bottle is a reminder of the lives of our friends and close ones who are gone from us way too soon. Each bottle nothing more and nothing less than a memorial to them.

Tonight, they added one more.


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R. Todd

MFA from the Queens University of Charlotte ('21), BA in English from the University of Central Florida ('17), Group leader for the Florida Writers Association since 2019, member of AWP and ACES.

11 thoughts on “Each Bottle…”

  1. I’m never sure about memorials – went for a walk in a park today where you can hardly move for memorial benches. But the idea of those light filled bottles is appealing.
    Nicely crafted. Must have taken a while to make this sound so off-the-cuff simple? Nice one.

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