The Shell Collection

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 

The shell collection was something I knew I needed to get rid of, but knowing and doing were two different things.  I knew I could let my past go by dumping the shells, but could I live with myself after the deed was done?  What would my mother think?  Did I care what she thought?  I never got the impression she liked me but always found myself seeking her approval.  I went about my day, still considering what to do, trying to not spend too much time deliberating.  It wasn’t until my mother’s ghost arrived that I knew the answer. 

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