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
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