Where Dreams Die

This week’s picture of a disused and dilapidated building is a reminder, that nothing lasts forever. There is always a reason, and every place has its memories. Thank you, Bill, for the photo.

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Many thanks to Rochelle for as forever hosting the prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds

Where Dreams Die

It was on the day Dorothy disappeared when the tornado tore Grandpa’s fabrication business to shreds. Everyone left to find a new livelihood.

John squeezed Dorothy’s hand. “This is all yours now. Just think––‘
‘Don’t think! I am selling.’ She released his hand. ‘Look.’ She strode towards the gas bottles. Dry heat had cracked the hoses and seized the nozzles.

She remembered Grandpa welding a gate and sparks falling around his feet. That same day, a military car arrived, and Mum began screaming. Dad was missing. 

‘It was Dad’s only dream.’ She gritted her teeth. ‘I never found him.’

28 responses to “Where Dreams Die

  1. I wonder where all those people are disappearing to

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  2. Definitely not something to keep in the family, so to speak…

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  3. Sometimes, it’s best to move on.
    Interesting write, James.

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  4. Heck! That sounds like a losing process. Sell and carry on.

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  5. Lot of disappearances end up in Oz. Maybe one day he’ll be back, I a balloon perhaps. What happened to Toto?

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  6. Sounds to me like a plan to minimize losses and to move forward. Nice one, James.

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  7. I wish I could disappear to Oz from time to time as well. But I wonder what happened to her Dad.

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  8. A sad tale. You qoce quite a few events into this story. Well done.

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  9. Selling seems the right thing to do. Nicely done

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  10. I hear tornadoes can be quite selective about who or what they pick up 🙂

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  11. Lots of unanswered questions but the place definitely has a cursed air about it.

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  12. Dear James,

    I wonder what happened to Uncle Henry and Auntie Em. I guess it’s true that you can’t go home again. 😉 Unique take on the prompt.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  13. Sometimes, it’s best to leave a place with such bad memories.

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