She walk through the door.
It was after almost three decades she was entering the house, everything was at the same place and the house even smelt the same, the wind chime in the hall was sounding the same as a cool breeze of wind flew in from the window, and an ocean of memories striked here.
Still she hold herself up tight and moved ahead inside the house roaming everywhere and relieving all the memories she had in each place. It was her house, she has decorated each and every corner with her own hands. How could she not remember it??!!!
As she was visiting each room she came across a broken mirror in the hallway, which cut through the darkest corner of her memories and once again she was having an episode of dilemma, it was as if she was reliving those days again and while she was in those flow of emotions she kept running in the hallway as her mind she startd hearing all those voices again.
She yelled and screamed and prayed all those thoughts in her mind to stop...... but it was of no use!! Until he stumbled upon into a room where she hit her head to an old desk..... She remembered the desk as she could never forget the design of the desk, it was one of a kind rare and handcrafted. She tried to open the only drawer which the desk had once again as she tried three decades ago....
But this time the drawer opened and it had something it in which would change life forever........
#WritcoStoryPrompt36
Write a short story that uses atleast two of the given situations:
1. An old, locked box in the attic.
2. A winding staircase that goes nowhere.
3. A broken mirror.
4. An old desk with a locked drawer.
© Tanvi Dalvi