Summer Cottage


PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

They were the best of times.  The kids grew up here.  Swimming, fishing and hikes in the woods.  There were mosquito bites, sunburn and skinned knees, but we didn’t mind.  We had our own little slice of paradise.

I remember evenings when Gus and Ruth would join us under the big pine.  We’d stay up all night, drinking cheap wine and playing cards, the kids all asleep.

Gus passed in ’98 and Ruth in ’09.

Working with the real estate agent to put it on the market, I see ghosts of the past, playing cards through eternity.

Babs would understand.

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Word count = 100

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54 thoughts on “Summer Cottage

    1. trentpmcd Post author

      The photo does leave a lot to the imagination – we can all fill in whoever we want into those chairs. It’s perfect for FF. Places often accumulate memories, and sometimes those simple memories of nothing are the best. Thanks.


  1. gahlearner

    All the time you live your life, one day after the other, and suddenly you wonder where it’s gone. Very moving story, and very true. It takes a lot of effort to let go.

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  2. pennygadd51

    You’ve written a lovely story, Trent. You tell us of the family’s simple pleasures, and you make it even more real by mentioning some of the minor inconveniences – mosquitos, skinned knees and so on. You’re very artful, only introducing his wife Babs at the very end of the story. Beautifully done!

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  3. dawnkinster

    I’m sitting, this morning, in my family’s cabin, a place that was once my parents’ full time home. I think, once in awhile, about what it would be like to sell it, when we’re all too old to keep it going and no one has anyone to gift it to. It will be sad, but like you, we will always have the memories. And I’d hope that mom and dad will understand.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      The ending of an era is never easy. This one is fiction, but a few years ago a cabin were I spent many weeks as a child was to be torn down. My parents spent two weeks there and all of the people who had been in and out of it over the years tried to stop by. A lot of the people who were part of it when I was a kid were gone. In ways it was bitter sweet to return, but in other ways, it created new memories for the future.

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  4. rochellewisoff

    Dear Trent,

    Ten years ago we moved out of the house I’d lived in most of my life, having inherited it. My kids grew up there as I did. Our final night there, I sat on the porch and remembered the kids who lived in the surrounding houses when I was a child. Your story puts me back in that moment. We all carry those sweet ghosts in our hearts, don’t we? Nicely done. I’m sure Babs understands.



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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      We do carry those ghosts, and certain places are more filled with them than others. I’m glad this bit of story can transport you, even if momentarily, to one of those places.

      Yep, Babs would understand.



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