A grey day, cloud lowering, lines of pigeons brooding on the wires above the blank eyes of empty windows. A glum prospect Harve had viewed a thousand times as a child. Yet something was missing, something not right about the photo.
“What is it? What’s different?” he asked Peter, but Peter couldn’t answer, He had never visited Harve’s home town.
Perhaps it was simply that the picture didn’t capture the bicycles, the laughter, the hopscotch, and Mrs. Brown’s washing hanging from her window. Images and memories are different.
But you know what’s missing, don’t you? Will you ever tell Harve?
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find It here