Past Imperfect

/ Dee

It’s a lovely morning here, the sun is streaming in though the windows as I write, it looks more like spring than autumn. In any event, it’s a lovely day to wish a very Happy Birthday to Rochelle and to my sister, who also celebrates today.

I watched a building, much older than the one pictured, being pulled down a few days ago, and wondered…

4 September

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100

Past Forgiving

From a safe distance, I watch the demolition team start work. A small group of people gather at the safety barrier; I recognise a few of them, but doubt many would recognise me, now.

The place that was once my home but became my prison, is reduced to piles of rubble. A workman in the basement shouts something to his supervisor who runs across the street.  

Mrs Goodman leaves the group of onlookers; she glances in my direction, a half smile forming on her thin lips as she walks away. We both know what’s been found; no point hanging around.

 

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37 thoughts on “Past Imperfect”

    • Dear Rochelle
      Thank you.
      September 4 is certainly a good day, my friend’s son Sam, has a birthday today too. It’s funny, his birthday is the same as my sister’s (and yours and Randy’s) and his mother’s birthday is the same day as mine. No excuses…

      Take care
      Dee

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