Posted on by Jacquie Biggar

The Stories These Walls Could Tell- #FictionInAFlash #WritingCommunity @pursoot


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The wallpaper hangs in jagged strips from the walls, faded jacquard prints of a more dignified time. Cobwebs drap from the dilapidated ceiling, and I try not to imagine how big the spider is that created them.

Tom and I won this house at auction, before…

The floors creak beneath my sneakers and are gray with dust and grime, but they look original to my weary eyes. The drive took hours and all I can think about is a warm bath and soft bed- neither of which I’ll find here. I’ll go back to the small town I’d passed through soon, but first I need to finish what I started.

“We did it,” I tell my husband, sure he can hear me wherever he is.

The baby moves beneath my breasts and I gently rub the spot, my throat tight when I feel a tiny heel. Tom wanted this child so much. That and the home he’d grown up in. It’s bittersweet to know we’ve succeeded.

“It’s everything you said it was,” I say, continuing my one-sided conversation. “The fireplace is huge. No wonder you thought Santa got stuck up the chimney.” I trail a finger along the mantle. “Baby’s stocking will look lost on here.”

The tears that are never very far away wet my cheeks. It’s been five months, but I miss him still.

I always will.

With renewed determination, I climb the surprisingly sturdy staircase and enter the first room on the right- Tom’s childhood bedroom. A warm sensation flows over me and my tears dry as peace descends. He’s here, I can feel him.

The room is empty, other than an old blue chest shoved under the stained window. My heart flutters wildly and I’m suddenly scared of what I’ll find.

“Go,” a ghostly voice intones, his breath warm on my ear.

I startle and stumble forward. “Always so bossy,” I grouch with a smile.

The lid is heavy. I have to work to get it up, and then I sneeze as a musty fog rises from the interior. “Geez, Tom, you could have warned me.”

He chuckles from over my shoulder. I can almost feel his arms around me and baby.

His baseball hat from seventh grade sits on top the pile of memorabilia. My fingers tremble as they trace the Saints emblem. Who would have thought he’d go on to have a successful career in the NBL?

Alongside the hat, lay an autographed baseball bat, and below that, the reason I’m here. A leatherbound journal. My husband’s thoughts and dreams in his messy script fill the pages, front to back.

The house will be baby and my future, but this journal? It’s my link to the past and is truly priceless.

The baby rolls, creating a wave across my stomach and my dearly departed husband laughs.

His family is home.

35 Replies to “The Stories These Walls Could Tell- #FictionInAFlash #WritingCommunity @pursoot”

  6. A lovely story Jacquie! Though the house looks vandalized but Tom’s presence is vividly portrayed…I could see his bedroom and the journal. This story has a lot of potential, as the journal could contain many thoughts and plans.

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  8. Wow…great story, Jacquie. It carried tones of sadness, but also signs of happiness…all captured beautifully in this dilapidated home.

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  9. Thanks so much for the moving contribution, Jacquie. I agree with so many others, this would make an amazing novel. I have just had the pleasure of featuring this on the Challenge site. Thanks again for taking part.

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  14. What a creeping, creaking tour of words that draw upon the sceneries of sheer speculations. The title is so eavesdropping. LOL! This is a humdinger. Sending fun, sweet, creative dewdrops for your coffee!☕️☕️☕️☕️

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