Been rather busy landscaping a garden, so have forced myself to take a break and be creative in a more Literary fashion! As ever, photo prompt come from the fantastic http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ Do please pop over there and join in the fun!
The sun ambled its lazy way across the hillside, warming the soil and brick, embracing both as lost friends and potential lovers – for the day, at least – before casting its yellow glow on the broken remains of someone’s memory. That memory, disguised as hope, had slipped down the side of the hill, tearing away the upper floor of the house in its wake, leaving bitterness and resentment behind instead of the intended love and laughter. If only that memory could cheat now, and remove Time’s bitterness, instead of showing the death and mistrust in the mortar.
Love can die.