Mondays Finish the Story – May 25th, 2015
This is a unique flash fiction
challenge where you are provided with photo and the first sentence of a story. Your
challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the
sentence provided. Don’t forget to use the opening sentence…
This
challenge runs from Monday to Sunday! Get creative and have fun finishing the
story!
Today a special thanks goes out to Nortina Mariela
for helping me to chose a photo and subject! You might be next!
Please include the photo with
your bit of flash and a link back to this post. Do not forget to click
on the blue guy and add your link so that others can enjoy your story too! Now
let’s have some fun!
© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
MEMORIES
“The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are
spirits.”
Little Nanny Davis told her
granddaughter when she went to visit the old nonagenarian in the home she now
lived in. Kathryn nodded in
agreement. It was a story Hetty told her
every time over a slice of homemade Victoria sponge that the staff at Mulberry
House always made for the weekend visitors.
When Hetty was a child herself
her parents had owned the town’s only hotel and had done very well for themselves. Hetty and her husband, Fred, had taken over
when they retired but their own children had moved on to better careers in
larger towns and become successful corporate men and women, with only a
lingering memory of what was once their home.
The framed picture Kathryn had
found in the archives took pride of place on the top of the small chest of
drawers in Hetty’s bedroom, stimulating her memories of a past long gone.
Word count: 149
Quite a bitter sweet story. It's sweet that she goes to visit her granny, but, though maybe expected, it's a shame that the kids left the town and their roots to move to the big city.
ReplyDeleteWell done Sally! I enjoyed your tale going over generations! Thanks for contributing again to the Mondays Finish the Story challenge! Be well... ^..^
ReplyDeleteThis story appeals to the genealogist in me. The town where my grandparents and great-grandparents lived once was a bustling place that could support a family-run grocery store on every corner, 3 hotels, numerous barber shops, a bowling alley and roller rink, and so much more. Now it's just a sleepy town with nothing to draw people to it -- so much like this story.
ReplyDeleteThat seems to be the way things often happen with families. Young people move to bigger places looking for work and/or adventure. Only the memories linger on. Well done, Sally. :) --- Suzanne
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