I was amazed they still lived there. It was over 20 years ago… They’d severed contact when my marriage broke-down. They’d just moved, living in the paddock in a bus.
On arrival, we found no house, just a cement slab. Perhaps we had the address wrong but looking over the edge I saw the bus below. “Perhaps Cheryl died. She had leukaemia and he was too heartbroken to finish it.” I whispered to Trevor.
I knocked on the neighbour’s door and he allayed my fears.
“Nothings changed” he said. “They had so many kids, they had no time for building.”
Firstly my apologies for not getting to everyone last week. We have house-guests that are staying 2 months and my time which was already limited is more so. I will try to get to everyone this week but my apologies if I don’t.
n response to the photo prompt kindly provided by Amy Reese and the hosting by Rochelle who invites us to write a flash of no more than 100 words and link up via the blue frog on her site. If you don’t want to write have a read as there is always a varied talented selection to read.