Rebecca stood alone in the room.
The dirt on the floor, the bare walls and the light streaming through the window faded into the background as images began to play to her.
A woman, like her.
Cowering in the corner of this very room.
Rags covering her frail body.
The window providing the only light in the room.
Yet her eyes shone.
As the images began to fade, Rebecca turned and left the room in search of her husband and the estate agent, she had decided to take the house.
She had to know its secrets.
Originally written in response to Sue Vincents #writephoto – Secrets. I’m a little rusty having missed a few challenges but I hope you enjoy anyway.
Use the image to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… by noon (GMT) Wednesday and link back to Sue’s post with a pingback. KL