Friday, September 17, 2010

The Family Homestead

FridayFlash Fiction


Family photos on faded tapestry walls. Antique furniture loved by all. Rusted bed springs that squeak at night, uneven floor boards that nearly make you trip. Royal carpet rugs heavy and dusty, it’s the closed up house that leaves a smell that's musty. The oldest has passed on, the youngest moved on. Not one in the family remains. The homestead has had its day.

5 comments:

  1. like a photo in which all the people have been cleaned out. nicely protrayed.

    Marc Nash

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  2. Makes we want to buy it up and bring it back to life.

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  3. Oh, that's so sad. And I could smell it!!

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