The sight of laundry hanging on a wash line, intrigued and unsettled Daphne.
It was so common place but yet so unusual in her world.
As a child, gardens had been a place for endless frivolities.
Yet there she found her father, by the fountain, neck grotesuely twisted, a knife pointing to the heavens from his chest.
It became an archway to nightmares, an end to childhood.
Like her mind that garden lay over run by weeds, struggling to find its self.
She despeartedly longed for her mind to be reborn, to shed the carcass of her old home.
Thank you Rochelle for hosting the writing event Friday fictiooneers. The rule is to write a 100 word piece in response to the provided picture. Please click the link to visit Rochelle’s blog. It will be worth your while. And click this link to read other stories and write ups.
Forgive me for the lack of response to the last two weeks participation and for being absent last week. I tried to merge my thoughts from last weeks photo with this weeks prompt. I hope the story is interesting. See you at your blog post.