The Untold Tale of a Staircase: a #writephoto #haibun



Who would descend such a staircase? A Quincenara introduced to high society? A bride approaching her groom? Or an matronly host of an elite inn catering only to the jet-setting crowd?

Morning light bathes the steps through east-facing windows, and a breeze rustles the translucent curtains. So just what occasion would occur on such a spring or autumn day? A brunch, or luncheon party, perhaps. Or nothing at all; just another ordinary day, like so many others.

Only the staircase could say. And it remains silent.


fallen petals

another old house remains

on the market


for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Ascent #writephoto




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