The Empty House


She stood in front of the door, unshed tears blurring her vision. She twisted the cold knob and entered the house to deafening silence. Her footsteps echoed through the house. She walked into the kitchen, there was no food on the stove, the fridge was empty of provisions and the laundry basket was piled up high. She exited into the living room where yesterday’s trash was strewn on the table forgotten, dust particles gathering on the couch.

“Where have you gone?” her whisper was barely audible over her heartbeat.

She continued on to the main bedroom, her steps faltering. The first thing she noticed was the empty hangers. Her eyes roved across the room and came to rest upon an altar. On it sat a single picture of a beautiful woman with a smile that stretched from one ear to another. Her legs refused to support her any longer. Her tears were no longer restrained.

It dawned on her, all over again. “Why? Why have you gone Mumma?!” She would never see that smile again. 


Alright, so I wrote this as a mini story and after much (much) contemplation, decided to publish it. Let me know what you thought when you read it, honestly, any inputs is welcome.

Thank you for reading.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. anshgupta1234 says:

    Amazing how such a small post can tell a whole story. Nice one 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Pixie says:

      Thank you 🙂


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