Inspired by Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt, May 25, 2017
I remember the laughter, the children running around in the high grass, the blue sky, the warm sun. I remember the joy of a shared summer day, with all of them: an old fashioned family, uncomplicated, and happy. I still see the cakes on the little table, the soft drinks, the bees flying high above the roof. It was then.
That was before, before we were invaded, before the monsters came. And now, so many years later, I have come here, and see the depth of our loss: the small house derelict, the silence of a deserted village. This is now.
And now, we keep those memories in our hearts, as we go on, fighting.
The monsters have left a big mark on these posts…haunting them ..Great write!
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“the depth of our loss”… a phrase that conveys more than words.
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It must be so sad to go back to your home after so many years and see its neglect so evident….I did enjoy reading your piece.
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I enjoyed your piece.
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So sad 💜
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Great take on the prompt!
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