Every step echoed across the bare floor. Holding a box of broken toy cars and faded drawings, he closed the door for the last time.
A story in less than 140 characters written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales challenge. I know this hasn’t got anything to do with the photo prompt, but what interested me about this picture was the empty space around the marbles. Where are all the other toys? Maybe sometimes what’s missing is more significant than what’s actually present?