PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
My lineage has lived in this building since the town formed. Great-great grandfather helped Mr. Lanscombe lay the bricks, in exchange for a promise of a forever apartment for his family. Although deed-free, who could leave such an arrangement. A sesquicentennial later, I’m still here. Some say it’s a dump, but I make do.
Yesterday, I found a notice-to-vacate stapled to my door. The fine print explains how Lanscombe’s heir has jumped on the gentrification bandwagon.
I push my shopping cart around town these days. In winter, I hole up at the mission. The old place is looking pretty sharp.
Thank you, Rochelle, for using one of my photos for this week’s storytelling prompt!
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the dependable host of Friday Fictioneers.