Aching floorboards creaked with every step as he passed through the abandoned halls of what once was his life. He could walk every inch with his eyes shut, since he had laid every one of them down.
It followed him without thought or word until he stopped at one particular room, “You spent a lot of time in this doorway, the imprint here is strong. Why here?”
“Yea, I remember…I was always working when they went to bed, so I … this is how I would see them,” he started before dropping to a knee as the years reminded him how long it had been since any warmth roamed these timbers.
And entry #2 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie Mcferrin. Which oddly enough is continuing a storyline from a couple other posts. Who knows, they might just shape themselves into an actual story one day…
Either way, I hope you all enjoy