The weather worn tattered curtains blew in the gentle breeze as it entered through the open window spilling over the back of the lovingly worn couch. The once white lace that rested on the arms had turned into a murky putty color years earlier. Upon the floor lay the lovingly made hand rug from bygone times. The clanging of the pewter dishes could be heard coming from the kitchen as she slowly put them away. Glancing through the open space she caught a glimpse just before the door popped open. "Can I ask you a question?"
Wow! My mind is conjuring up all kinds of possibilities with this story and the accompanying photo. Could there be a ghostly resident in addition to the cat?
ReplyDeleteInteresting...
ReplyDeleteNice description. I'm jealous!
ReplyDeleteI felt like I was in the room. Great description.
ReplyDeleteYour story certainly leaves me with a question or two.
ReplyDeleteI had to read this twice to see who I missed! There has to be more. You have used such great descriptive lines that I want to go inside that home and see what old things lay hidden.
ReplyDeleteI really liked this! Great description, and what a set-up question!! Well done :)
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