This is a work of fiction. The characters and situations are purely imaginary, and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended.]
She was five kilometers from her childhood home, a very short detour.
Her’s had been a glorious childhood spent in a rambling bungalow with secrets spilling out of every corner. The home she left at ten, and visited only in her memories.
When she first visited, she just wandered around, too scared to touch. Then she grew bolder, moved in again, befriended the friendly denizens. The stories she wove to keep the memories alive made her a successful author.
This was her first book tour. How fitting that she visit…
She let the moment pass.
Memories are best left alone.
Drabble(n) - an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.