I’d love to see the loft – #fridayfiction
Annie sighs. “How wonderful.” She is remembering the diamond earrings, and they are a poor comparison to the skylight Ophelia has described.
“I’d love to see the loft,” she says.
The thought of sharing her greatest treasure pleases Ophelia. She rises from her chair and motions for Annie to follow.
Ophelia leads the way up the staircase. Although she is slow, it somehow seems more fitting that she crosses the threshold first. Annie follows two stair treads behind. Anxious as she is to see the room, a tiny prickle of fear tugs at her heels and warns that she is about to step into the memories of another person.
If it is true that good memories can reveal themselves to someone else, she knows this is the time and place where it will happen.