Sunday Photo Fiction: Gone Again #flashfiction #amwriting


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF. 

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A Mixed Bag

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“I can’t believe we ever lived there.” 

“Yeah it’s a dump, but we didn’t have much choice at the time, Minnie.” 

“Oh Henry, we had such good times there. It was dirty and there were too many drug dealers and thugs. But somehow we made it home alive each night. We huddled inside, afraid of every noise. But we had each other always.” 

“You got used to the noise after awhile,” Henry said. 

“Then we were finally done school and had real jobs. In a couple of years, we bought our first condo and I had Tracy. The condo was a much nicer place and in a family neighbourhood,” Minnie remarked.

“Life it goes by so fast,” Henry said squeezing Minnie’s shoulder gently. 

“What Henry, where are we?” Minnie suddenly said. “You don’t look like Henry? Well a bit but you’re old. Why are they tearing down our apartment Henry?” 

Henry sighed. Minnie was gone from him again. 

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