Image: Dawn L Miller
The rotunda had stood in this same spot for longer than I could remember.
It looked old.
It felt old.
With each passing season the timbers aged just that bit more.
There had been overtures to tear it down and use the land for a skateboard park but that had been quashed when a preservation order was put on it. So there it stayed.
Now days its use was limited to rainy days when it provided some shelter for those silly enough to be in the park on such days.
Long gone were the Sunday afternoon concerts when the town brass band would assemble and the community gathered in picnic style to listen to their latest repertoire.
Today it sat in this spot, a building full of tired old memories and the carvings of long lost lovers who so long ago proclaimed to the world their undying love.
Trudy loves Clarence, June 6 1924……..my grandparents who were married 65 years…..
Written for: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/05/19/fffaw-week-of-may-20-2015/
Morpethroad 
Lovely sense of nostalgia and history, memories revisited – evocative and haunting Michael 🙂
Thanks so much Mercy, hope you are having a good day/evening.
Well enough – for an evening that moves towards later in the day – approaching in a few hours – the witching night 😉
Just keep that witches hat on your hat stand…..flitting about in the dead of night you never know where you might end up….
part of the adventure 😉
Great story! I loved the ending! May I ask a question. In the first sentence should soon be stood? Also, “with each passing season the timbers aged just “a” bit more.” ?? I enjoyed your story!
Thanks Joy, yes I fixed the first one, always something slips by. The second one is ok I think…..thanks for pointing them out….
Okay, then I learned something too! 🙂
It would be a shame to tear it down. Nice if they restored it for future proclamations of love and carvings. 🙂
I think so too…..thanks for your comment Mandy.
A nice nostalgic story. 🙂
Thank you so much now get to bed and rest your weary self.
You’re welcome.
Yep – I’m on it. 🙂
True story? Lovely tribute to the gazebo and all that happened there. Life can sometimes be summed up by a space, a place with special meaning. The gazebo certainly is one of those places.
Excellent tale of love and remembories.
Thank you, but fiction…..happy to see you drop by…..
Pleasant fiction none the less!
Sorry if you are disappointed.
Not disappointed at all. Was just curious. After all my blog is a fictional autobiography!
Sadly for me grandparents were dead by the time I was 9.
But I did know three of them. Vaguely
That’s a really great story. I like how it seems like it’s just a tired old gazebo but the memories are present from the narrators grandparents and him.
Thanks mandi, appreciate you stopping by as usual
I’m glad they didn’t pull it down. Hopefully people will realise its potential and it’ll find a new lease of life. Lovely ending. 🙂
Thanks so much Louise for stopping by, those old rotunda’s hold a lot of history.
A very meaningful story for you, Michael.That last line is beautiful. Married fro 65 years…how wonderful. I love the way you describe the gazebo’s sad decline until it was no more than ‘a building full of tire old memories’.
This is a beautiful and emotional story,p. It goes with the reality of old worn-out houses which actually hold the deepest memories and stories.