Flash Fiction #6
She was sent to live at the hunting lodge on the far side of the estate, a rustic stone building her great grandfather had built. Her grandfather and uncle had no use for such a building; they were men of style and comfort indeed!
Uncle’s wife had made sure all the best stuff had returned to the main house and left the place hollow but for a few old and battered pieces; the lovely old writing desk with its worn, but still comfortable chair and the bed that was too large to move out.
She would be quite happy here…
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.