The youngest generation plays the game now.  I sit on the back porch of the house that once belonged to my great-grandmother, listening as the childish shouts of my nieces and nephews fill the air.

“Red light!”

“Green light!”

The sun is setting; the sky tinged amber and violet.  The smell of mint and basil that has always grown wild in the backyard is strongest at this time of day.  Dinner will be ready soon.   My mother and her siblings, the oldest generation now, are busy in the kitchen, have been for hours.  The savory aroma of garlic and onions slips tantalizingly through the screen door.

My first cousins and siblings sit around the table in the kitchen, telling stories of our youth and playing a card game. I remember my oldest cousin teaching me the game the children play now.  I wonder when we stopped making new memories, content only to re-tell stories we already know.

“Auntie, you’re it!”  My youngest niece yells from the yard.

I leap from the porch.  “Green light!”

For Story a Day and the Daily Post


16 comments on “Generations

  1. Lori Carlson says:

    great story, Jenn… I love the nostalgic feel of this. I also enjoy the sense of place. Well done!

  2. mandibelle16 says:

    A nostalgic and descriptive piece. I like how your character comments on the smells of spices coming from the house where her Mom and Auntie’s Cook. It really give you this image of family along with the younger one’s playing tag of some kind. A wonderful image of family.

  3. BarbCT says:

    Thanks for writing such a lovely piece that invoked so many memories in my own mind.

  4. Sonya says:

    Yeah, I think you pulled this one off with aplomb. The sense of place is really strong. I love the detail of the herbs’ aroma being strongest at that time of day, and how the narrator decides to make new memories at the end.

  5. Lyn says:

    Sonya said it so perfectly, that I can add nothing…except to say, “What Sonya said.” 😀

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