Friday Fictioneers – The Old House
It’s Friday yet again and another Friday Fictioneer picture prompt Here.
The old house sat, lonely and decrepit. It was home more to the wild animals than people now. Jersey made a face as she moved through the house, staring at the old wallpaper, missing boards and holes. The avocado refrigerator was gone, an outline on the wall. Yellow and crackled linoleum crunched under her feet..
If she closed her eyes, she could smell the rhubarb pie in the oven and her grandmother humming. The hourly gong of the grandfather clock that was in the living room.
She had the choice to make it a home again. To start over fresh.