The Old House
Dive, turn, work – she faces the dusty house smiling determined. Creaky floors and hanging doors don’t bother her as they should; she sees her father’s spirit in every crevice of her new home.
This weekend we had to write 33 words about a new beginning.
I’m competing against Mariko and probably 60-something other bloggers.
I found this the most difficult task yet because I had a fixed number of words. But, for some reason I managed to complete it decently (I think). Good luck to you all!