Written for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer
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The old house sits wedged between a café and trinket shop these days, without a hint of what it used to be before. Turned into a restaurant below and the family lives upstairs.
But she still remembers it well because she lived there when her mind still had place for the happy things. She remembers the huge well at the entrance on the ground floor and chickens running down the corridor. Cousins falling asleep higgledy-piggledy on the top floor while adults talked and played mahjong below. Fireworks and juicy Mandarins, roasted peanuts and arrow root crackers, she could almost taste and smell her childhood.
But eldest brother owns it now and she loathes the yearly reunion dinner, when she will have to put on a stiff smile and stand upright when faced with questions like, “What do you do to fill your days? Are you still living alone?”
And all she wants to do is eat the last course and return to her little room above the Chinese theater, and remember the better years.