It was a beautiful place, the green of the forest cradling the charred remains of the house, the steel beams that would have held it up under the worst of earthquakes still standing. The birds were chirping quietly overhead and there were squirrels and other wildlife moving through the ruins.
She looked up at it and remembered the laughter of the people who had lived there. The sound of children wrestling in the backyard and the smell of the food being cooked in the kitchen.
“You’re gone now, I have accepted it,” she whispered to the trees, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t rebuild.”
- image: courtesy of Wikipedia Commons, taken by Johann H. Addicks – addicks@gmx.net used under the Creative Commons Agreement
Inspired by the Light and Shade Challenge.
Nicely penned, Martha…nostalgic…again, you describe the atmosphere so beautifully.
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Thank you. (*smiles*) It’s been in my head for a bit.
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Glad you got it out before it ran away
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Me too.
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Lovely and determined words at the end . Great descriptions x
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Thank you. I had fun writing that end line.
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lovely nostalgic piece, enjoyed
Ally
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Glad to hear it!
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Very hopeful. It would be so easy to be defeated with such a catastrophic loss. Nicely done.
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It would be easy to give in.
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