The floorboards of the old farm house protested
loudly under her feet as if they could not bear one more moment of
neglect.
It saddened Maggie to see her
childhood home in such disrepair, but she refused to be discouraged.
Memories – some long forgotten – rose up from
every corner; the piano against the far wall where she first discovered her
love for music; her father in his favorite old chair reading to her by the
fireplace; the window that looked out onto the tree her brother would climb to
get away from his pesty little sister till she would cry and Mother would make
him come down.
Maggie could see it all now and turning to her new
husband with tears of joy in her eyes, she said, “This is home.”
Withering at the prospect, he nevertheless put on his best face, “Then
you shall have it, my love.”
Based on the Five Sentence Fiction prompt, "Forgotten" and the photo above.
