Thursday photo prompt: Worn #writephoto

This week’s prompt for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto ~ Worn

For visually challenged writers, the image shows deeply worn stone steps, scattered with plants growing in the cracks, leading up to a blue-painted door.

Before Cissey died she stood in the ginnel looking up at doors. Nothing had changed. The steps they used to climb up and down to school, to work to home. Still there worn and full of stories. When babies the pram would be stood at the bottom of the steps and the door was left open so a watchful eye was kept.

As Children they’d perch on the steps and shell the peas and peel carrots and potatoes. Each would have a job. The house was small for a family of ten so often they spilled over on to the steps. Noisy, rowdy, quiet pensive, laughing crying all life flowed out of the two up two down housr on to the steps.

One by one they left the safety of the home, walked down the steps either with Dad or Mum or alone to set up a new life. Some went far some just to another street.

They always came back, for birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, christenings, Christmas and funerals. Always at any event they spilled out on to the steps.

As time past the traffic on the steps become less yet somehow the indents looked accentuated deeper worn. Over the years the generations grew until there was no one left to truly know the significance of the worn steps. Who’s feet had left their mark on history.

Sell it the young ones said, not knowing the reasons for the worn steps. They painted the door, they painted the railings, they thought about repairing the steps but left them.

The for sale sign went up, people came to see the house. They saw the potential, they saw the new paint, the newly added kitchen and bathroom. They didn’t see the generations of family on the steps so many joys and dramas.

Nobody saw them but a special few felt them on the worn out steps. One couple saw them too and they bought the house and the steps.

50 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ritu
    Jul 30, 2020 @ 10:59:12

    Heart-rending, sis 😍

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  2. KL Caley
    Jul 30, 2020 @ 11:15:32

    Lovely ❤

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  3. Sadje
    Jul 30, 2020 @ 12:07:00

    This is such a heartwarming story Willow.

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  4. pensitivity101
    Jul 30, 2020 @ 14:01:43

    This is really lovely. I can imagine the generations wearing the steps down. Beautiful post.

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  5. Dr. Crystal Grimes
    Jul 30, 2020 @ 14:26:02

    Love this, Willow!

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  6. Priscilla Bettis
    Jul 30, 2020 @ 15:46:34

    I love the bittersweet ending.:-)

    Reply

  7. Aashi D Parekh
    Jul 30, 2020 @ 16:15:05

    Simply beautiful and filling!

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  8. Dale
    Jul 30, 2020 @ 16:17:54

    Lovely story, Willow.

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  9. Sue Vincent
    Jul 30, 2020 @ 17:33:21

    This is truly lovely, Willow. And, on top of that, you know what a ginnel is:)Few do so outside of Yorkshire. Oddly, my great grandmother’s ‘pet’ name was Cissy. xx

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  11. TanGental
    Jul 31, 2020 @ 08:04:30

    Aw lovely

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  12. Frank Hubeny
    Jul 31, 2020 @ 17:53:12

    I am glad the house found new owners. I like the progression of spilling out onto those steps both when the children were young and when the children came back as adults for parties.

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  13. kimbladeswritingblog
    Aug 01, 2020 @ 05:34:03

    A lovely, nostalgic story Willow. The good old days indeed.

    Reply

  14. Keith's Ramblings
    Aug 01, 2020 @ 11:07:29

    Simply delightful. There’s a dip in the edge of the wooden bar in my local. Only a few of us still remember the chap that stood there year in year out subconsciously stroking the wood with his thumb! BTW, I know what a ginnel is thanks to Corrie – down here we call them twittens!

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    • willowdot21
      Aug 01, 2020 @ 11:34:44

      Hi Keith, I am glad you liked the story lots of personal memories in there. I know what a twitten is too, I am from London originally, now in Berkshire, so I know them a alleys, snikkets, middens, cut, lanes and probably more, the ginnel comes from my dad’s side of the family over from Dublin and set up in Manchester. We are lucky to have such a diverse and colourful language. I think that’s amazing about the dip in the bar at your local …a touch of Thumb and Groove💜

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  15. Jules
    Aug 05, 2020 @ 12:46:26

    There are folks who know a good thing when they see it! And welcome the history of such places 🙂

    Reply

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