Drizzle chilled her as she stared at the house across the street. It must have been beautiful once.
How could she not compare its demise to her marriage? It had been beautiful once, too.
Her gaze, blurred by tears, traced jagged cracks from the foundation, and the gaping hole in the front wall exposed the home’s very heart. She stood alone on the street, yet swore she heard the echo of children’s laughter as they chased each other up and down the stairs.
But it was empty. Irreparable. And memories wouldn’t matter, once it all came crumbling down.
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Thank you, Sandra Crook. Your photo brought back memories.