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The family home had remained empty for years. After my parents passed away, I’d never got around to selling it. Partly I suppose, because I didn’t want anybody else to have it. It was where I grew up. Even though it was impractical for me to live there, it was my home and I wanted it to remain so.
However, there came a time when common sense supplanted emotion, and I had to consider letting go.
Going inside for the first time in ages was a poignant experience, especially when I ventured into the room that had been mine since my childhood. Everything was just as I remembered it. Everything, except for an old book that sat on the desk.
It was covered with dust and made a strange creaking sound as I prised it open. What happened next was surreal, almost as if it wasn’t happening at all … only it was.
I heard a voice.
At first, I didn’t recognise it. Then I realised it was the young me.
It started telling me things; things I’d always wanted to ask about but never had, for fear of what I might hear. Scared of facing the truth.
In those few moments, I discovered things about myself I’d rather not have known. My mind started spinning.
I slammed closed the book, and a cloud of dust rose into the air. I swear I heard the sound of laughter, the sort of laugh that suggested I’d been taken for a fool, told things that were nothing but folly.
I’ve not returned since, nor shall I
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Thanks to Sadje for posting her What Do You See? photo prompt.

Image credit; Dollar Gill @ Unsplash

Love this foray into fantasy Keith. The question we are too afraid to ask! Very interesting take. Thanks for joining in.
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I’m sure it’s not just me! Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re always welcome
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sometimes the past gets too close –
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It has a way of catching up!
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dun-dun-dun-DUN!
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Thanks, David!!!
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Something about the Fates wanting us to see ourselves the way they do … or something like that.
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You could well be right, Misky!
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Oh, this was very good, Keith! I was spellbound. Bravo!
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That’s what I like to hear! Thanks, Nancy.
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Ooh, scary!! Well done, Keith.
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Thanks so much, Chris.
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This was wonderful interpretation of the photo. Too much knowledge is not always a good thing!
And it laughed at him, to boot!
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Thanks Dale, how right you are! Boo to the book, I say!
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Haha! Poor guy wasn’t expecting that!
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Great take on the prompt. Sigh..sometimes a moment back in the past is sometimes left a closed book. Well done Keith.
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Indeed. Thanks, Suzette.
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Wow a talking diary, that reveals secrets of your past – that could be dangerous, a great story, Keith. Well done.
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It could be, especially if someone was listening in! Thanks, Mason.
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No kidding, that’s worse than a snitch!
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I like the fantasy twist in this 🙂
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I’m pleased, thanks so much!
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Great tale, just the right touch of suspense. One thought: if we could look back now and see ourselves as we were then, we’d know why our parents sighed so often. 😉
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Haha, that’s a very good point!
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Home is where you make it. This was a chilling tale.
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Very true, thanks, Mimi.
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That was quite a cliff hanger I’d say and maybe there could be a sequel or better still a prequel. 🙂
Good one, Keith for this wonderful prompt.
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Now thats something I would never want to happen with me! I love how you wove fantasy into the tale that started so realistically. Well done!
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An interesting take, Keith.
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Well done Keith … I’d have loved to known more about my parent’s life – but my father died young, and my mother decided nothing needed to remain – after all it was her history. I’ve enough and can work out the rest … no children, so in that respect no worries. Great tale you’ve told here … cheers Hilary
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It sounds like some dreams I’ve had before!
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