Phoenix

Em stared at the ruins of her childhood home, her eyes red and puffy. Streaks marked her face where tears had been. She looked a mess as she stood in the ruins alone, surveying it, missing it. She surveyed, her mind supplying her with memories to compare and contrast.

She walked around, kicking rocks in frustration. Everything was utterly destroyed. The kitchen where she used to watch her mom bake, the living room that was the location of many arguments, the stairs where she and her brother would fool around, everything was gone.

Wiping a tear from her face, she allowed herself to dwell on the past for a few more moments. She reminisced with a soft smile on her face, thinking of all the good times this old house had seen.

Sitting down on her usual rock, she looked at the house again. Her mind was slipping into the past but she stopped herself. Now was not the time to lose herself in what was, now was the time for action. With a steeled look on her face, she stared onwards, vowing to make things better, to give her kids the home she once had.

Word Count: 196
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Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by the lovely Susan and photo courtesy of C.E. Ayr. To read other stories of this photo prompt, click here.

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Love

Word Count: 59

She always stood talking, shouting at him whenever he erred, comforting him when he cried, advising him when he needed it. He always stood silent, his gaze telling all, providing comfort and being stern. Brent wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes as he stared grimly at the photo, wishing his parents were still there with him.

Written as a response to Three Line Tales.ย Photo by Wynand van Poortvliet via Unsplash.


Also, I would like to apologize for my ignorance regarding puffins and their habits. I might have gotten many things wrong. Google didn’t help either.