Using the day 4 Writing 101 prompt, we were asked to write something inspired by a photo. I chose a window. Something about the image reminded me of the book Flowers in the Attic, so that’s where I set my story – in an attic.
Please find my short story and the photo below.
By Donna-Louise Bishop
The little window upstairs in the attic use to open.
Bright sunlight would pour through the gap like honey trickling through a stack of American pancakes. Warm and inviting, the attic use to be a place where special memories were made.
Now the house was quiet; all the children had grown up and left to start their own families. No longer were there rainy day games of hide and seek up there, no more pretend “schools”, no more hunting through empty boxes to find old toys and puzzles from a happy youth.
When the wood of the little window frame upstairs in the attic started to rot, someone came to paint it shut.
Now it was protected for a little longer but its fate was sealed.