Nostalgia

He stared at the old rundown shack, memories from his childhood springing into his mind. He walked slowly, fingering each surface that’d marked his childhood. He’d learned here, so long ago and with so many others. To him, it was less a classroom and more a second home.

He slowly entered the small room, his eyes transforming the dusty room into a vibrant one filled with the smiles and laughs of his friends. A small version of himself was there enjoying and learning at the same time, laughing with everyone, learning things he’d never forget.

He looked around once more, every nook and corner reminding me of the good times, of the people he loved. Every space bringing another good memory within him. He turned back and got out, ducking his head.

He watched the house get demolished with a tear in his eye. The plans for the new building was ready and he knew it’d be much more efficient for the new generations. He walked away mourning the loss of his second home.

Word Count: 174

Written as a response to FFFAW challenge this week. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting it. For more stories with this prompt click here.

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