It was little more than splintered timbers, broken
glass and cracked bricks overgrown by time. The orange-rusted carcass of an
ancient truck squatted like some dinosaur in repose.
The old man opened the truck door for his wife and they
stared for a time, neither speaking. This had been their home for thirty years
until the twister had destroyed it and they moved on. So many memories those sagging
walls contained, so much love and laughter, tears and sorrow.
At length, they left secure in the knowledge the old
place may have been abandoned but would certainly never be forgotten.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare 25: forgotten.
Nicely written, and looking at the photo I imagine quite difficult to create some warmth but you have, great.
ReplyDeletegreat depth in the second paragraph
ReplyDeleteLovely to see a warm, positive twist on this prompt. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteA sweet moment of closure. Well formed, well executed. Lovely work!!
ReplyDeleteVery nicely written. The picture lends it self so well to the text.
ReplyDeleteNicely written.
ReplyDeleteAlmost a feeling of closure for the old couple, as if they just had to visit one last time.
Loved the image of the truck squatting "....like some dinosaur in repose. "