For eight years, no one left and no one came on the bare platform. Finally, when hope was not even a word, there was a phone call, an offer. Could this haunting reminder of his past now be a vision of a future to another?
He met the perspective buyer and unlocked the giant wooden doors. Greeted with cobwebs along with a lifeless, malodorous climate, for a moment he was caught in the current of its despair. There, he stared upon the unwashed footprints, still embedded in dust, from the last performance in the great hall.
As no one expected the doors to close so suddenly, neither did any expect them to reopen. In a few short hours, his life would change direction, his debt would be paid and he would begin moving forward.
Where hopelessness seats you is where hope will find you.
Dversepoets.com, it is another “Prosery”. No more than 144 words in a flash fiction story including a given line from a poem. The line is “No one left and no one came on the bare platform.” The line is from the poem “Adelstrop”, by Edward Thomas.
I wrote exactly 144 words. ( Hmm, I wonder why it closed?)