Visual Dare – Forgotten

The house in the photograph looked very much different than the one in front of him.

First of all, the one in front of him didn’t look much like a house. The walls, which must have been painted red at some point, lay flat on the ground. Above them lay the roof with most of its tiles missing. Seated snugly beside the wreckage of the house was a truck thickly covered with rust and all four of its wheels gone.

He looked back at the photograph in his hand. In it was the house, twenty seven years ago, standing strong, and in front of house stood a couple with bright smiles. In the wife’s arms slept a baby.

The man started folding the photograph into squares then tucked it inside the back pocket of his pants. He rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the pile of wood.