As you can see, What’s His Name submitted the black and white picture prompt that our Fairy Blog Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, posted to inspire our merry band of Friday Fictioneers on this last Wednesday of November.
“A lifetime is stored behind those doors.”
“Junk, Grandpa, all junk. If that old barn burned down tomorrow, nothing would be missed.”
Nothing?
While I fought in WW II, your Grandmother penned letters by the window because sitting alone in the house was too hard.
When I returned, your father was conceived in the loft amidst the smell of fresh hay, chicken feed, and the sound of happy tears.
You boys wrestled in the horse stalls and you proposed to Milly in that old barn.
“Go inside. Feel the memories, then tell me you want to tear it down.”
100-words
Up From the Ashes 