I pass my hand slowly over the grainy surface of the heavy wooden door, searching for something reassuring.
I open the door.
It’s far lighter than I recollect, but the hinges still creak.
As wood meets wood, the echo reverberates in the empty hall.
The echoes of a life that could have been.
The distant echo of childish song and dance.
The faintest echo of your shoes, fleeing back down the aisle and disappearing on our wedding day.
The whispers of the ghost of you that keep drawing me back.
Time, after time, after time.
Friday Fictioneers is a 5 star weekly challenge that I am honoured to be able to participate in. Always challenging but also enriching to see what my fellow writers have written in response to the photo prompt which this week is provided by J. Hardy Carroll.