She moved around the small house, the walls told of so many memories, both good and bad. Things had happened here and she had been there when they had. Now the house stood empty and desolate, the walls slowly crumbling yet happier then they had ever been whole.
The wind blew through the open doorway and a chill settled over her. She pulled her coat closer around her and turned to leave.
“I’ll never forget you…”
She stopped, but didn’t turn back, her lip trembling. No tears fell and she continued on her way.
The past had already left.
Written for the Friday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/light-and-shade-challenge-friday-23rd.html
This afternoon is a rather melancholy one for me for some reason. Though it has not been unpleasant, rather it has been very thoughtful in its own right.
It just feels like there’s something in the wind today…