My first Visual Dare entry. A prompt for writing a 100 words story. Picture courtesy of the prompt.
Coming back across the plain to the farm of my grandparents, was also a travel down forgotten roads of my childhood. As I approached the farmhouse on the overgrown road, with the wind playing forgotten melodies, I saw granpa’s old truck, left abandoned where he had his heart-attack
I went down to the river where Granny had ended her life, and recalled the stern ladies of the orphanage, and how I still managed to get my lawyers degree.
And now the irony that I was here to claim the property on behalf of the same company that altered my youth.
October 8 2012