crumbling memories

                                                             PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright -Björn Rudberg

The dilapidated walls of the fortress could no longer bind to each other and

the wary stones had fallen apart bringing down history.

Caroline lifted her specs and scanned the stony stairs, the only surviving arm 

of the fort. Here time had stood still six decades ago when Jane breathed her

last on these steps succumbing to a freak accident.

Caroline never forgave herself.

A hand seemed to guide and support her as she took a step up with a satisfied

smile. The staircase crumbled into a heap of debris.

              At the gates of Heaven, the fairy said, “Welcome twins”.

                           Linking it to Friday Fictioneers

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