The house wasn’t much to look at but the location was perfect. Amy had dreamed of living upon the hill where nothing but the azure expanse laid before them. And he’d do anything for his queen. Painstakingly he’d laid stones upon their foundation, planted trees for privacy, a secret garden just for her. The hammock slung along the rockery for Stacey to read in, little Brian’s crib against the far wall.
The dream so close, some days he forgot the plane was lost. Walking the halls he tried to remember their faces, hear their laughter and will himself to live.
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! As per usual, our esteemed host Rochelle posts a photo with the challenge of writing a 100 words something. One of these days I’ll have to try another poem. Make sure to check out the other writers entries HERE.