“Hurry, its just over this, on the other side”, I excitedly hurried my family.
Reaching the top, we looked down, panting, on a scene of decay.
Dumbfounded, I gazed on a place I had treasured long. My family averted their eyes, trying to hide their pity.
I had been so eager to share this with them, my past. I looked at the place again, tears blinding my eyes.
My husband gently hugged me, as my children trickled slowly back down.
Sometimes somethings may need to remain in the past, but as memories in the present, he murmured.
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week.