She wandered through empty rooms, smiling sadly at the lifetime of memories swirling around.
The house was too big for her alone. Next year it would be sold.
The decorations lit up the living room. Tomorrow would be filled with laughter and joy.
One last family gathering in their home.
Written for the Scottish Book Trust’s monthly 50-word story competition. December’s topic is to write a story set inside this house. There is a chance you could win a mug: more details HERE.
Great story
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Thanks Tena
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Poignant and tight — nicely done.
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Thanks 🙂
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Bittersweet, but beautiful. Happy Holidays. 🙂
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Thanks, Happy Holidays to you too 🙂
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It is so tough to paint a picture in only 50 words. But Iain, you just did it. That house came alive in my mind. And sadly, it came across as the last time it will come alive for her. Great story, nicely done.
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Many thanks John, much appreciated.
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Short and sweet. Perhaps, I thought, if she was a ghost this would provide an extra dimension.
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Very true, that could be left to the reader of they believe in ghosts or not. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Nicely done. Brings out her nostalgic frame of mind.
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Many thanks
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