They unpacked their luggage in the room on the top floor of the old house. The view was magnificent as they looked out onto the flats. Magnificent but disturbing somehow.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

She thought about it and looked at his face. A face that she was just now seeing for the first time in so many years.

“Why did you bring me here,” she asked, “to this desolate place?”

“I need to be with my girl.”

“Let’s relax and enjoy the view. Just be together,” she replied.

He smiled. He didn’t smile much anymore.


98 words

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*This post in response to Friday Fictioneers

Photo Credit to Lucy Fridkin

Business Consultant and Freelance Writer

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6 comments on “Desolation
  1. Dear Rosemary,

    You set the scene well.



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  2. Iain Kelly says:

    It’s always amazing how old buildings and home can bring back so many memories. Nicely told.

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  3. Rowena says:

    I sense something chilling in the wind…

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  4. I’m glad she could get him to smile again.


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