History Lingers

Fifty-word story [25]

The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive.

Long abandoned.

History lingered in the rose bushes and dilapidated walls — even the chills that cut through human flesh.

“Snap your photographs, fool,” Lucille whispered in the young man’s ear. “Then leave!”

But all he felt was the wind.

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