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Close The Door


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"Close the door, Dear."

Robyn heard her grandmother's voice so distinctly that it almost took her breath away.  She had stopped by her grandparent's old farmhouse, now vacant, on her way to the nursing home to visit her ailing grandfather. 

Easily locating the front door key in it's hiding place above the window frame, Robyn had opened the door and stepped inside, almost expecting to find her grandmother standing at the kitchen table kneading bread dough or frosting cookies. 

She'd left the door hanging open behind her, only planning to stay a few minutes to have a look around at the rooms filled with memories of summers spent there when she was young.

Sitting down on the dusty old sofa in the parlor she heard the gentle laughter of the grandma she loved dearly and she couldn't help but smile; Grandma had passed away seven years ago, but clearly she had come to join her for a visit today.

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I'm linking up with Ivy Walker at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "close"


Come and read more Six Sentence Stories, and share one of your own!

18 comments:

  1. This just totally makes me smile!!! Awesome!

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    1. I think that memories of our childhood often bear a fondness for someone, someplace. I'm glad you liked it!

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  2. Such a happy place with good memories!

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    1. Thank you MImi! I often envision my grandmother's big old farmhouse and smile to remember times spent there. If a house is filled with love, surely that remains after they are gone.

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  3. Those special places of our past still have all our loved ones there don't they?

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    1. Yes, Old Egg, the places are so connected to the people that occupied them, that in our hearts and minds they are inseparable. When we replay those memories, or visit places from our past, we can shut our eyes and be with loved ones there again. I believe that!

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  4. this is odd… I see what the others (Commenters) are saying, but I get a little creeped out by the scene (as it plays in my head)…. lol guess that's what makes these things so interesting week after week!

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    1. Funny you should say that Clark, because in my mind this started out to be a story from the dark side, but as it evolved it somehow changed into a friendlier, warmer tale. At first I was resistant to surrendering my original plot but I have learned to let my muse have her way.

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  5. Oh, yes, our loved ones are but a breath away. You write with such beauty and clarity, Josie.

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  6. Nice that she had a chance to reminisce in the house where her grandmother lived.I didn't relate this to anything be creepy. Memories can be very strong and it's nice to have strong feelings of them. Great story. :)

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    1. Thank you Jessie. I don't think she found it a bit eerie. I would be delighted to hear my grandma's voice or laughter again. Her eyes often twinkled with merriment even when she grew to be very old.

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  7. So cool and kind of creepy! The old house I would like to visit like that burned down long ago. Sweet story!

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    1. Thanks Dianne. The house that was "home" to me, has long since been occupied by others and no doubt has undergone many changes. It wouldn't feel much like home if my Mother's kitchen was no longer pink, and her Desert Rose dishes had been replaced by something else.

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  8. I think this is really pretty. I love how it began with the beautiful photo of the door, it is a nice calming photo and it set the tone wonderfully.

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    1. Thank you! I often wrap my stories around the images I find for them. I wanted an old door, but not one that was sad or creepy. I liked the pretty green, that had once been fresh and welcoming. I can visualize a Christmas wreath hanging on it years ago.

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