From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
photo by Nathan Wright via Unsplash
She is a shadow of what she used to be, the traces of her grandeur echo in the shifting light.
Music plays, we dance and sing, die and weep.
Bound to her, I drift in the shadows, longing for the past
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Jo Hawk 
oh wow! bound to a wandering spirit , you caught the essence of the photo so very well
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Oh good. I wasn’t sure how it would come across. Thank you for the confirmation. 😊
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Your piece makes me think of grand balls in the ’20s and ’30s, somehow. I’m sure the photo adds to that image in my head. Nicely done!
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Thanks. Definitely a time gone by.
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Is this personification of the house? I like the idea of the spirit of the house tied to the actual house, while longing for what it used to be, the people who used to live there. Great tale. ❤
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Yes or perhaps the ghost of a person tied to the house. I had both in mind as I wrote. Glad you liked it.
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Gotcha. You accomplished your mission then. I did, indeed. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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Perfectly fits the image!
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Thank you.
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