By nightfall, a small crowd had gathered, familiar faces from the past.
We stared in silence, remembering a time. The ruined house had been a sanctuary, a meeting place, somewhere to play, to dream, to act out our ghostly fantasies. Long after it was declared unsafe, kids had still gathered there, though probably for less innocent purposes.
We stayed awhile.
Afterwards, I learned that others also watched their childhood being played out on the crumbling facade that night – like a final film show, a tribute to a generation.
When the bulldozers arrived next morning, the house was just smoldering ashes.
Thanks to Rochelle for choosing one of my pics for the Friday Fictioneer’s photo this week. It’s a local landmark, the former Pier Head Cafe and Tea Gardens. It’s a graphic example of Trompe L’Oeil, if you hadn’t already noticed. For a more detailed (and professional) look at the artwork by Purbeck artists Antonia Phillips and Nina Camplin, click on the following link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/alwyn_ladell/sets/72157648463792835/