“Are you sure you want to visit this place?” Caitlin said as she helped her mother out of the car.
Slowly, her mother nodded, “I did spend five years here.” Although this had become the museum of a private art collector, seventy years ago, when her mother was ten years old, she was forced to work as a servant to a wealthy family in order to support her family.
When they entered the museum, her mother gasped. “It still looks the same,” she said softly, “the chandeliers, the stone work, the marble steps. So much memories of happiness and sadness.”
(100 words)
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.
This is Another Story 
Great story! Must have been bittersweet memories for her mother.
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Thanks.
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Nostalgia comes visiting.
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Lovely photo and nostalgic words.
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Thank you.
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If nothing else I think it brings back the memories of being young.
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I think so too.
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A wonderful story. I can just imagine more stories being told of the Gran’s childhood. Wonderful. Loved it!
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Thank you. 🙂
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I feel for her, having experienced returning to my old home which is now a museum
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I feel bad for her too.
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Beautiful! So much memories of happiness and sadness….lovely.
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Thank you.
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the story follows the flow of a river. it’s so natural and free. well done.
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Thank you.
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Beautifully written. Poignant. :o)
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Thank you.
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Change of fortunes, yet somethings remain the same!
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