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The cold stone of the stairs caressed the soles of his bare feet. He lifted his hand and pulled his fingers along the wall as he thought of her. He missed her, his true love.
He paused and pressed his palm against the wall-bowed his head in remembrance. They’d come here together so many times, but now, without her, the place had a completely different feel. Without her it felt old and broken, lonely and rundown. Without her by his side, he felt nothing but contempt for those broken stairs. They had taken her from him in an instant.
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This one didn’t come easy to me. This ended up being the third attempt.
Written for Friday Fictioneers.
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January 15th, 2016 at 11:56 PM
A little different genre for you, Adam. I expected him to have pushed her, but not this time. Well-written though. —- Suzanne
January 16th, 2016 at 7:04 AM
Dear Adam,
A nice little tearjerker, reminiscent of The Secret Garden. I’m glad you posted even if it took three attempts. They don’t always come easy, do they? Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
January 16th, 2016 at 7:23 PM
It’s the company we keep that makes a place. You got that across. Well done.
Lily
January 16th, 2016 at 9:13 PM
The ending is sudden both in the story and in the story structure. You caught me by surprise, but I approve.
Great story! I hope you’ll read mine here.
January 17th, 2016 at 12:02 AM
Well done, Adam! It was worth the third attempt. It read so fluidly that I would have never guessed you struggled at all.
January 17th, 2016 at 2:04 AM
It’s amazing how a place can seem to change so dramatically when the person you made the memories with is no longer there. Nice story!
January 17th, 2016 at 11:56 PM
Well done! I like the way you describe the sentiment of the area.:)
January 18th, 2016 at 1:38 AM
It’s an interesting piece. You think he’s come back for nostalgia but actually it’s more like revenge. Nothing will be the same about those stairs ever!
January 18th, 2016 at 11:33 AM
Third time is the charm, Adam.
January 19th, 2016 at 7:34 AM
Great twist at the end. I bet he won’t visit that place again without her.
January 20th, 2016 at 6:00 AM
There’s actually room for a twist…or a push down those stairs!
January 20th, 2016 at 9:06 AM
I admire your perseverance. It left me wondering if she passed away or slipped up the stairs and out of his life. Either way, it’s a very well written and emotional piece.