Ria walked through the dilapidated house with a grace that belied her age. She paused by the ornate French windows and smiled ruefully.
‘This place was designed by Angelo Del Vecchio. He billed by the minute, you know?’
She stepped out to the garden overrun by nettles and weeds.
‘I used to host tea parties here when I was a kid.’
She stopped outside the derelict solarium and choked back a sob.
‘What happened? It was so beautiful.’
‘Age and neglect, Madam.’
She ran a shriveled finger over her parched face.
‘Ah, yes!’
The once dream-girl walked away in silence.
Written in response to the picture prompt provided by Sandra Cook for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. Please find other entries here.
Word Count: 100
Reena Saxena 
Loved it, nothing but time is eternal
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