This is in response to Rochelle’s Weekly Photo Prompt for Friday Fictioneers

Word Count : 100

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House And Home

Once upon a time there was a happy, glittering, chattering house  – children playing, parents smiling, friends coming over, family get-togethers, barbecues in the manicured lawn, flowers blooming in the beds, birds chirping on the trees, sprinklers watering on time.

Then the children grew big and left for uncharted journeys. Parents grew old and shifted to Assisted Care Centres. The house became sad and silent.

As I look at its morose facade I realise what it is for a house to be a home.

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Posted by on November 7, 2025 in Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction, Prompt Write, Storytelling, Writing On Prompts and tagged , , , .

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  1. Sadje's avatar Sadje says:
    November 7, 2025 at 3:31 pm

    A very realistic and sad story

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  2. Priti's avatar Priti says:
    November 8, 2025 at 5:40 am

    Good 👍🏼 one

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  3. James McEwan's avatar James McEwan says:
    November 8, 2025 at 10:15 am

    A true reflection on what makes a house a home. Even homeless people can live in a house.

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  4. Chris Hall's avatar Chris Hall says:
    November 9, 2025 at 11:00 am

    Aww, such a sad story for that house.

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  5. 000,000,000'Shine's avatar 000,000,000'Shine says:
    November 15, 2025 at 6:23 am

    You can turn a house to a home . . . It’s a cocktail to do so, though.

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