I will admit, I was very nervous.
What was I going to find? More than that, how much of my childhood would be lost to cold truth?
For the first few years of my life, I had spent the summers in the grand old house in the country. Nana and Papa took care of me while my parents spent the summers on the Continent.
I was eight the last time I had set eyes on the building and landscape.
Was that really 47 years ago?
From the outside it all looked the same, if somewhat smaller. Yeah, in my imagination it was the house in Downton Abbey. Well, not that huge, but certainly bigger than the real 14 room house I found.
My Uncle Teddy and my father had a terrible feud that started long before I was born and only ended now that Father was long gone and Theodore gone to join him in the great beyond.
I was shocked that I was his sole heir.
My first stop was the library.
I froze as soon as I entered. It was exactly as I had last seen it! There was that old globe. And over there that special bookcase.
I turned away immediately, though I could still feel it, as if it were a monster, watching.
I reached out and grabbed the first book of the Narnia series. Of course it was right there.
Carrying the book, and not daring to glance at the bookshelf that in my dreams pushed back to reveal an entire universe, one where I was made Prince, I walked to the window.
But it was just a decorative piece made from ceramics and glass “jewels”.
I looked down at the book in my hand.
So, was that it? A fake crown, C. S. Lewis’ fantasy and my grandfather’s stories?
My shoulders slumped.
“So, you’ve dared to return, have you?”
I spun at the familiar voice and watched the bookshelf push itself back.
I took a step forward, knowing and not knowing, where I would go…
This was written for the writephoto challenge hosted by KL Caley. She provided the photo at the top as well as the key word, “Crown”. And, hehe, I know I left you hanging, but I hope you enjoyed!