Another week, another photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Friday Fictioneers. The photo this week is courtesy of Janet Webb and you can see how others have interpreted the prompt here
Still Living at Bankside Farm
“I did find it mum, it’s a ruin though. Look. I took a photo for you.”
She smiles up at me
“I’ve found your old home, it’s a ruin.”
She takes the photo and stares
“My room looks out over the bottom meadow, towards the mill.”
I sink down beside her, taking her hand
“Mum, remember. You live here now, not Bankside Farm. You haven’t lived there for years.”
She giggles then whispers,
“I saw Jed with the cows this morning, he blew me a kiss.”
My plan didn’t work.
I look up at the face I love, and smile.
( I am researching my family tree, and Bankside Farm was once home to some of my ancestors. It does look a bit like place in the photo now)