There is a trace of spring in the air, as we walk the same route as every day.
“We built it well, Eileen, it looks exactly like when we moved in”
“I still recall that day, how proud we were, how bright the future seemed.”
“Do you recall the parties? Chester’s first school day? The morning sun shining through lace curtains?”
Eileen smiles, her skin’s too tanned, taut, cheekbones showing. Her eyes glazed from hunger.
“I remember the notice from the bank more.”
She pushes our shopping cart brimming with recyclable bottles.
“I think we have enough for dinner now.”
I tried to build my story more from dialogues today. I realized that the sign on the gate means sandcastle, which brought me to thinking of all those people who have lost their home to foreclosure, and I wanted to tell the story mostly through dialogue. I’m curious to know if it works.
Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers lead by Rochelle who every Wednesday gives us the same picture to work on. There is a 100 word limit that I try to interpret that you should use exactly 100 words.
January 27, 2015