Mildew and mould hover freely inside the decade-age cabin, eventually welcoming a pair of sneakers, uncertainly wandering. Each step receives a pained, creaking answer. Unhurried climbing continues. One. Two. Three. Four. And more.
Her gloved hand reaches for the rusted knob, still frozen with the last breath of winter. With pounding chest, she opens the familiar room, a bedroom she once called hers.
It is still there.
The crumpled paper her nine-year-old palm crushed on a disappointing Christmas eve.
“No one left and no one came on the bare platform.”
They left without her and never came back decades after.
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A Reading Writer 
I wasn’t sure what we were going to find – and that was so sad. Great build up of tension through detail.
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Thank you, Sarah. The line mused a sad story. 🙂
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Ohhh this is so sad…but i love how i thought at first this was whimsical.
Lol
By the way here is my entry for you world of words
https://michnavs.wordpress.com/2020/04/14/on-shakespeare-wordsworth-milton-frost-and-you/
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oooh. that’s an interesting perspective, dear Mich! and thank you again for participating!!!
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great build up of tension with such a sad ending … well written Rosema!
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yay! i am grateful you think so, Kate! Thank you!
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my pleasure 🙂
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❤ ❤ ❤
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Indeed a sad ending. Space for a longer, deeper tale. Why!
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aah! agreed! i also wonder why! thank you!
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I assumed it was going to be about urbexing, until “she opens the familiar room”. I’m now left wondering whether she ever left when they left when she was 9, returning now – or if her ghost opens the door. Great read, thank you.
The Lonely Recluse
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Oooooooooooh. that added another (creepy) layer to this tale! interesting point of view. thank you!
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You can feel the emptiness growing. (K)
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thank you, K!
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What a sad end… or maybe I can sense a beginning of her quest to find the reason behind… maybe there is some other reason behind their absence…
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yes. maybe. quite several ways of how her story may turn. thank you, Bjorn!
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Wow…subtle yet hard-hitting, I can feel the ache that never heals.
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ah. ache that never heals. such powerful phrase, sister. thank you.
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My goodness, sister, this is so sad. You do a great job describing the decrepit scene. Certainly, all the details should lead us to believe there’s nothing good to find.
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ah. thank you for spotting the crumbs of sadness i left here, brother. really appreciate your thoughts.
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That was so sad. Wonderful suspense build-up, though.
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oh thank you, my friend. i am happy you felt it.
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You’re utmost welcome! ❤
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❤ ❤ ❤
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