Friday Fictioneers on Sunday! Check out other stories about this picture over at our fearless leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ site.
But first, please tell me what you think of my attempt. Thank you!
I enjoy being a tour guide here. Such a beautiful house, and such good stories.
There’s one yarn I’ve never believed. They say years ago, old Mr. Vanzelder – the one that left the place to the Foundation – was crazy in love with the chauffeur’s daughter. They were both teenagers then, and their parents pried them apart. The last time they saw each other, he swore he’d grow her the perfect rose, and she swore she’d come back when he did.
He went from rich to richer selling roses, but she never came back. Now the greenhouse is a wreck, and the gardens – excuse me.
Ma’am, what’s wrong? There, there, don’t cry like that. You’re her granddaughter? Can you take care of her?