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I stood beneath the stone steps leading up to Hawthorn Cottage. It had remained empty for many years and time had taken its toll on what once had been a desirable property. For some reason, I know not what or why, I was overcome with a desire to peer inside.
I started to climb, steadying myself by gripping a rusty railing, my feet snagging on overgrown weeds. Shabby curtains hung forlornly across filthy windows. There was no way I could see beyond them. I noticed a skylight. So desperate was I to discover what lay within that I decided to climb upon the roof.
I made my way to a crooked coal bunker which threatened to collapse as I clambered onto it. As I heaved myself onto the sloping roof, several tiles shattered on the paved area beneath.
Had I been heard? I held my breath. No.
Crawling on my hands and knees, I reached the skylight. Years of tobacco smoke had stained the glass a dirty brown, so I used a tile to smash a hole in its centre.
There was furniture scattered everywhere; upturned chairs and toppled tables. On the floor, lay a picture frame, its glass shattered.
It’s said that many years ago a brutal murder took place at Hawthorn Cottage. An elderly lady was slain by an opportunist thief who wasn’t expecting her to put up a fight. They say that no one attended her funeral. Was she not someone’s mother? Grandmother? But then I never knew my Grandmother. She was never spoken about as I grew up.
Gradually the faded photograph within the fallen frame started to come into focus. It was a picture of me as a child.
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Thanks to Sadje for hosting What Do You See?

Image Credit; Sig- Sigmund @ Unsplash

oh! wow, that ending !
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An ending for us, a new beginning for him!
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A story to be continued? I hope so.😸
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We shall see!
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A very intriguing ending Keith. Maybe there’s more of this tale?
Thanks for joining in.
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Maybe, let me think….!
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👍🏼🙏🏼
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Wonderful and imaginative take on the prompt Keith. Where some see a staircase you see a generation of history and life lived. Absolutely brilliant! Bravo!
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That’s really kind of you Suzette, thanks so much!
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You are most welcome Keith. Have a good one!
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Very intriguing story, Keith.
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Thanks, Indira
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Oh, the twist. Great creative writing. Enjoyed reading it.
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I’m pleased, thank you!
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My pleasure 🙂
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Aha! The secret of his grandmother revealed. Excellent storytelling, Keith!
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So it seems! Thanks, Nancy.
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An unexpected ending. Very good!
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For him too! Thanks, Tessa.
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No wonder he just had to know. Such a sad tale, but maybe there is hope for the house yet.
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I wonder! Thanks, Mimi.
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What a twist, I wasn’t expecting that, great story and I love your reading of it.
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Thanks for your lovely comment!
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Great little story, Keith. Might there be more?
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You are third person to ask me that! Let’s see what next week’s picture prompt looks like – you never know!
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😉
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What gorgeous pics! Lovely. And yes, that moment you walk into Moulin Rouge, you burst into a smile in spire of yourself. I had low expectations, not adoring the fuilm but I really had a great time, and you leave so uplifted.
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Thanks Lydia. It was a fun filled riot of music and dance!
Btw, your lovely comment seems to have landed in the wrong place!
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Excellent storytelling, Keith. The revelation at the end was an intriguing one.
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Thanks for your kind words, Nicole.
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