Fallen Fruit
Jul 18th, 2024 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The peach tree in the yard was surrounded by fallen fruit, all of it shockingly well preserved, as if each one had been individually painted there. The house itself was in worse shape, with pealing paint, overgrown ivy, and several cracked window panes. No one lived there anymore but ghosts.
Sarah took in the scene from her car. She’d been nervous all morning, not knowing what to expect, but now that they were here, she felt nothing. She was simply numb.
“Let’s go.” Henry drove away. Sarah stared at the old neighborhood and wondered why people take pleasure from nostalgia.
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