Monday’s Muse: Writing Prompt June 29th

I am joining in with the super-creative Candice Coates for her Monday’s Muse.  She provides a photo and an opening line on Monday, then posts her results on her blog on Thursday.  Just a few simple rules to follow:

• Using the opening line and the picture provided, (Or one of your own choosing) create a story (or even a poem) within 15 to 20 minutes.

• Once you have finished your super awesome masterpiece, add your story’s link in the comments section here, for others to read.

• Also include a link on your page back to this original post for others to follow along and write with as well. In your “tags” section, add the tag “Monday’s Muse.”

I find time constraints difficult, but I did try not to go too far past the 20 minute mark.

The door whispered on its hinges as her fingers gently pushed it open, her stomach leaping as the light from the window washed over the scene inside the room.  

It was completely empty.  She had forgotten just how much sunlight poured into this room at this time of day.  The rest of the house was dimly lit and in need of updating and repair.  Once she stepped over the threshold, it was as if all the memories that were contained within these walls came out to greet her.

As she closed her eyes she could hear the joyful laughter of the little girl playing with her Fischer Price schoolhouse, or the conversations between Barbie Dolls.  She could hear music playing; it was the one constant in here, only the tempo and rhythm changing to fit the mood or the time.  She heard telephone conversations that left her broken hearted, and a lifelong memory of first love lost.  She felt the soft, fluffy fur of the golden retriever nuzzled against her, enveloping her with unconditional love as his cool, wet, nose brushed against her cheek as he licked away her tears.  She heard giggles and squeals of teenage girls, and felt the affect of sleepless nights as hopes and dreams were shared until the sun came up.  She felt the warm embrace and heard the encouraging words, “don’t let anyone dull your sparkle…believe in yourself…you can do anything you set your mind to.”  These words spoken in love always eliminated any disappointment she felt within herself.  This is what snapped her out of her reverie.  She could do this.

She walked out of the house to the front porch and told the realtor, “I’ll take it.”

“Excellent.  It has a lot of potential, and with a little TLC it can be a beautiful place you can call home.” The realtor said with her well-trained enthusiasm.

With a wistful smile, I nodded in agreement and said, “I already do.”