His grandfather's voice
rang deep
"you can never go back"
Memories were jarred as
the wrought iron gates
hung loose. half open
as the hire car nosed
down the dream-filled drive.
Pink-washed walls peeled
and windows,
once bright against the light,
echoed the eyes of cartoon skulls,
The French door swung open easily,
no creak,
no resistance,
straight onto the sitting room.
The table was set,
as she had always promised,
silver teapot
resplendent,
bright on the clean white cloth
the only uncobwebbed item in the room
Two clean cups
cake uncorrupted
and she was there
as he knew she would be.
Dreams shattered
he fled
the car's wheels search for gravelled grip
and he sped out
out past the old iron sign
"CANDY LAND"
That ancient promise
kept
would always haunt him
in her smiling fleshless face
"You can never go back"
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I have to agree with Sue...this was fun to read. and spooky
great piece..too bad it didn't make it in the contest...I think Lane would love this!
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I hope she finds it
Thank-you
JaP
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'Spooky' ... your getting good at 'dark'.
A fun read
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