“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.
MULLINGSPICE 
Yes, there are some places you should never go back to. The sad thing is she didn’t know until she got there that this was one of them
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Returning is always risky, love that you told the beginning of her story, will she buy the place and renovate it?
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Maybe or maybe not as it is a school! Thanks for the comment. GB!
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Memories, so often better than reality.
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Something’s don’t remain the way you want them to!
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True!
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Our memories often fool us.
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That is so true often. It’s good that she has such an understanding husband.
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Absolutely. That’s her strength! Thanks for the observation!
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True; reality can never compete with memory. Good story!
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Thanks. GB!.
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It’s like looking through an old high school yearbook and then seeing a reunion photo of even ten years on. It brings a little shock. You still thought of those people as they were when you were in school even though you know you’ve changed. Little stays the same. Things have to be cared for or they deteriorate. It doesn’t take long. Well done, Spiced. —- Suzanne
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Exactly. Thanks Suzanne, for your approbation. Means a lot to me! GB
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