How can Time stop moving?
How can this room be exactly the same as when grandmother left it?
The aroma of chocolate cake hits his nostrils. But there can’t be an oven, if there is no electricity here.
He pushes the door, the lights come on …..and his family is singing Happy Birthday…
“What are you guys doing here?”
We wanted to see the place you loved so much. The lamps are just decorative, which can be lit by electric bulbs.
He is overwhelmed by emotion.
“One cannot extinguish the light of love, whatever you use to fuel it.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers