It had been her best friend’s house. Sheila had fond memories of the place, and especially the family. Although she’d only lived in the area for seven years, it had turned out to be the best part of her life.
Tomorrow the house will be levelled. The parents had died, and the kids had neither the money nor the desire to make the necessary repairs.
Sheila wished with all her heart that she could go inside and feel those wonderful feelings of love, acceptance, and safety, one last time.
Instead, she gazed at the house through a blur of tears.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers. Photo courtesy of David Stewart.
Ergo, the Ogre 
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