Photo Credit : Madison Woods/Friday Fictioneers


The musty smell assaulted her senses. Dust flew in every direction as she pulled the crumbling wallpaper, in bits and pieces from the frame of the old farmhouse. She coughed until her lungs burned, forcing her outside for fresh air.

Everyone thought she was crazy to buy this house, but she’d fallen in love the minute she saw it’s beautiful wrap-around porch and winding staircase.

She ran her fingers over the aged walls and the outline of pictures that hung decades ago. Love and laughter resonated through her hand, and she knew it would again. She was home.

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