It’s Friday and time for fiction of 100 words, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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Copyright -Mary Shipman
He glanced up at the once grand and graceful building. Its walls still stood tall and erect. But it was stripped of its finery. Its fine coat had long ago faded. Boards bared their decay.
The windows stared back at him, their lifeless eyes devoid of their sheen. A shadow floated past. He shivered in the gathering dusk. He saw the woman’s ashen face.
He gave one final look. He remembered the life that once was – the light, the warmth of laughter, the clink of glasses, music, dancing….
They once were but no more. It was time to move on.

This is fantastic, you’ve conveyed so much emotion and intensity in so few words. Lovely. 🙂
Thank you, Elaine!
Creepy and sad, but I like knowing he is able to move on with his life. One has the feeling of being like the ghost looking in.
I am happy he moved on, too. When you are the writer, you make that happen. 🙂 Thanks for reading.
What a lovely, sad story. Beautiful work!
Thank you. 🙂
Really descriptive.
Thank you!
Lily, You completely captured the look and feel of that building and its ghost with your vivid description. I felt like I was there. I also felt glad that he was able to move on with his life. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
Thank you, Susan!
Dear Hafong, “A shadow floated past . . .” Really great imagery! Thanks for the scare. Nan 🙂
Lovely piece, so beautifully told. Your descriptions allowed me to visualise everything. Well done!
Thank you!
Oh, yes, I could hear the music and the sound of glasses touched together in a toast. Lovely
One suggestion – Watch “repeats” like – he shivered, he saw, he gave, he remembered. Or you can ignore me.
Thank you Alicia! I see what you mean about the repeats. I appreciate you telling me. Sometimes we can’t see that for ourselves.
Somehow I see Miss Havisham moving up there.. lovely language.
Similar sentiments to my story…only memories remain. Nice piece.
Thank you for reading!
Dear Lily,
Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle