Ninety-five years ago, a young mother entered and was locked in, never to be free again, forever separated from her children. She died alone. [25 words]
It was a strange door, designed for a prison, not a home, with a lock, but no doorknob. I used my borrowed key to open the door and peered into the dusty darkness. The room was filled with ghosts. One of them was Grandma. She begged me not to enter. [50 words]
Grandma died fifty-five years ago, but her ghost looked young, like in the one photograph I have of her. Granddad was in the picture, proud and happy, his arm around her waist. Dad was there, too, hiding inside her belly. She and Granddad looked ready to conquer the whole wide world. Great Grandma had taken the picture a few months before Dad was born, before Grandma lost her mind... before they locked her up forever. I started to cry, and she glided up to me. “It’s okay little one,” she murmured. “Go and live, live for both of us.” [100 words]
The Old Asylum
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Grandma lived and died in there. [6 words]
Ninety-five years ago, a young mother entered and was locked in, never to be free again, forever separated from her children. She died alone. [25 words]
It was a strange door, designed for a prison, not a home, with a lock, but no doorknob. I used my borrowed key to open the door and peered into the dusty darkness. The room was filled with ghosts. One of them was Grandma. She begged me not to enter. [50 words]
Grandma died fifty-five years ago, but her ghost looked young, like in the one photograph I have of her. Granddad was in the picture, proud and happy, his arm around her waist. Dad was there, too, hiding inside her belly. She and Granddad looked ready to conquer the whole wide world. Great Grandma had taken the picture a few months before Dad was born, before Grandma lost her mind... before they locked her up forever. I started to cry, and she glided up to me. “It’s okay little one,” she murmured. “Go and live, live for both of us.” [100 words]