The following story was written for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly prompt provided by Rochelle on her blog, Addicted to Purple. We get a photo for inspiration and no more than 100 words to tell a story. Check out Rochelle’s blog and her impressive writing! This week’s photo is from J. Hardy Carroll. Also, if you’d like to read more responses to this prompt, or if you’d like to add your own, click on the blue frog below.
Stepping through the doorway into the rampant weeds, I’m a child again, and Dad’s brought me here to explain his childhood. Trees stretch up toward him now, not stopping to tell any secrets.
I wish I’d paid more attention.
Now, my imagination takes over. Kitchen, there—bedroom, here.
And the fire started here, where there’s a bare patch in this wilderness. It’s silly to think nature remembers what I’ve forgotten, but still. Dad left home after that, another of grandpa’s drunken mistakes.
What about mine? Would Dad return to the scenes of my betrayals? Would he find anything worth saving?