Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
That dining room wasn’t used anymore. It’s a beautiful table, mahogany, and still pristine since it’s usually covered up. She walked around it, slowly. Almost reverently. And then she stopped at the top of the table. There were so many memories.
With her eyes shut she thought about what she’d done.
A little girl, wearing a pretty dress for Christmas.
And all those grown-ups.
She flashed a thought. Opening her eyes.
Should she look at that covered up mirror? Would she dare?
But no. Too many ghosts still here.
She’s going to leave forever. There’s just one thing she’ll take…
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100
luna's on line 
Evocative writing, Chris.
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very powerful
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Creepy, I love it! 😊👻💖
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Very evocative story Chris
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Chris this one left me with a feeling of sadness, regret and uneasiness. Well written!
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Such a poignant scene.
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she took to dust
as must is a need
to obey is heed
a shot of courage
and so on
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Intriguing piece Chris……………….
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