Every so often I go through my older posts to see how or if my style has changed.
I came across this one, and felling a little melancholy for some reason, thought I’d reblog it as it was one of my favourites of Sue’s challenges 2 years ago.
Nursery Dreams:
written for Sue Vincent’s Writephoto challenge.
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Sandra had always wondered what lay behind the permanently locked door on the top floor of her grandmother’s Victorian house.
As far as she knew, no-one had ever been allowed access, not her mother or her aunt.
Now, the decorative key lay in her palm, which was clammy with anticipation and perhaps a little fear.
The key turned without issue or undue pressure, and the door opened on silent hinges to reveal the most wondrous sight.
The child’s nursery was spotlessly clean and tidy.
The blinds were modern and a contrast to the robin’s egg blue walls, but the carpet was threadbare where the rocking horse had been ridden over countless years.
The pull-along cart horse stood obediently by its side, no longer attached to its tasselled tartan rope.
The hand painted china faces of two dolls smiled through rosebud lips…
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A great story.
one of my best I thought.
It is indeed. But your other stories are great as well.
Thanks Sadje. Blogging has certainly improved my writing
It certainly has grown.