FELICIA HEILGENDORFF

Our House

I stared at the old photograph. Its edges were worn and wrinkled; it had always been lying around on my desk, just waiting for me to finally go down to the shops and buy a frame. The stone house in the picture stirred old memories. It had been our house.

My best friend had found it when we were six, and since then, it had been our refuge. Empty and forlorn, the house only belonged to us.

I wondered whether it still existed. Whether someone had torn it down. Whether it had been blown up, like my best friend just had. The tears came streaming down my face then.

© 2016

Friday Fictioneers, 3 June 2016

Photo prompt provided by Piya Singh

Responses

  1. Angelica Kidd

    Well that took a turn for the worst rather quickly…

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    1. Felicia Hf

      It did… Thanks for reading 🙂

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  2. mandibelle16

    Wow, you snuck that line in there about the bestfriend being blown up. That would be extremely difficult to come to terms with. No wonder she has this old photo on her desk she is looking at and recalling their good times spent together. Powerful write.

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    1. Felicia Hf

      Thank you! It would definitely be a very hard and horrible thing to have to come to terms with.

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  3. Dahlia

    Sweet memories overwritten with blood – well told.

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    1. Felicia Hf

      Sums it up very well! Thank you 🙂

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  4. Josslyn Rae Turner

    Nicely written!

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    1. Felicia Hf

      Thanks!

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      1. Josslyn Rae Turner

        You’re welcome! 🙂

  5. gahlearner

    It starts so innocent, with chilldhood memories and a bit of melancholy. And then: bang, on an aside we get the horrible truth about the best friend. Powerful writing!

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    1. Felicia Hf

      Thank you! It’s horrible to remember the horrible truths while reliving sweet memories of childhood.

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  6. luckyjc007

    I enjoyed your post. So sorry about your friend. It’s a blessing to have the ability to remember things In the past even though they include bad memories .

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    1. Felicia Hf

      Thank you – I’m glad you enjoyed it!

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  7. Dale

    The sweet mixed in with the huge sadness. LIfe does that, doesn’t it?

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    1. Felicia Hf

      Yeah, that’s life.. The wonderful and horrible memories all intertwined.

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  8. calensariel

    Very tender and full of meaning.

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    1. Felicia Hf

      Thank you for reading! 🙂

      Reply

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