[Eleanor]: 668.Contest entries.Five Words.March 2008

     The house hadn't changed in all the years since Sandra had left it. The façade was exactly as she remembered it, the weathered shutters, the creaking porch swing, even the flowered curtains fluttering in the parlour windows. She was amazed at how clearly it matched her memories, and the feelings she had tried to suppress for so long threatened to overwhelm her as she gazed at what was to be her new home. However bitter the past, she was determined to move forward and claim the future.