But she looks back. One last glance at the rusty old swing in the backyard.
Autumn leaves cover the bridleway to a beautiful Victorian house with white walls and a red door. She loves this time of year. It breathes hope of the new rebirth and reminds of life’s quietus. Last turn in the key lock. Don’t look back, her mind warns. “It’s time for someone else to weave a tapestry of memories in your beautiful Victorian home with white walls and the red door.” It’s been her hideaway for over thirty years. It witnessed her happiness and her sadness.
But she looks back. One last glance at the rusty old swing in the backyard.
Pamela Kennedy
27/1/2023 09:35:44 am
That one moment when you realize all that you are truly leaving behind....well done, Andrea.
Bobby Warner
27/1/2023 01:28:14 pm
Bittersweet and lovely!
Sue Clayton
29/1/2023 01:44:33 am
There's always something poignant about leaving an old house, and the memories you're entrusting to its keeping. Comments are closed.
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