Kim likes the house. She walks out on the porch and – BAM! – she’s sixteen again, repainting the balustrade.
She’d thought of Mom as weak, a push-over who did as Dad told her. But when she lessened Kim’s discomfort by offering lemonade, only to intensify it with her words, Kim understood she’d been wrong. Their relationship changed. She talked to Mom every day. Until the day when Mom didn’t pick up the phone – it happened that sudden.
The wind chimes jingle in the breeze. Kim shakes off the memories. She turns to the estate agent.
‘Sorry, it’s not for me.’
I used this week’s FFfAW photo prompt and today’s Writing 101 prompt – loss – for this. When I saw the photo, it reminded me of the porch Kim had to paint a while ago, so I brought her back.
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