The loft is a place where – #fridayfiction

July 24, 2015 Friday Fiction 0

Memory House

Memory House

Series: Memory House Collection, Book 1
Publisher: Bent Pine Publishing
ISBN: 9780996080361
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Ophelia Browne knows the answer is yes. She knows because she’s been granted the unique gift of finding and caring for forgotten memories. But now she’s nearing ninety, and Browne women seldom live beyond such an age.

Before time runs out Ophelia must find her successor…someone who can carry forth the gift and keep the memories from fading. When broken-hearted Annie Cross shows up on the doorstep of The Memory House Bed and Breakfast, Ophelia knows she is the one.

As the two women sip dandelion tea and share stories, Annie begins to uncover new memories. Ugly ones. Ones buried deep enough to hide the scars. Excitement turns to fear when a thread of violence begins to unravel and Ophelia knows they have gone too far.

Literary Awards for Memory House –

FAPA President’s Book Award

Praise for Memory House –

“A magical book of memories, treasures and stories from a Masterful Southern Storyteller…” Judith D. Collins, top 1000 Reviewer

“Magical realism that will enchant…” Heidi, Rainy Day Ramblings

“Wonderful, heartwarming story of love and life…” Sherry Fundin, Reviewer

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The loft is a place where – #fridayfiction

After Ophelia snaps the kitchen light off, she walks to the back hall and listens for sounds of sleep from the girl’s room. In the still of night she can hear most anything— grass growing, a cloud moving and, yes, even the sound of her new guest dreaming. Once she hears the soft whisper of sleep she turns and starts toward the staircase.

She takes the stairs one at a time, slowly moving up and onto each step, first with her right leg, then bringing up the left. It is an arduous task because of the arthritis in her left knee, but Ophelia is not ready to abandon the loft. It is where she stores her finest treasures. It is closer to heaven, and it’s where memories are the sweetest.

It matters not that the oak boards of the floor are rough in spots and the whitewash of the walls has now faded into nothingness. The loft is a place where she can close her eyes and memories come without bidding. On a warm summer night when the windows are open and sounds float on a breeze, she can touch her hand to the Bible or the snow globe and hear the voices of children playing in the yard. How sweet they are. How young and unsuspecting.

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