In another lifetime these woods were full of life. The fires would roar in their stone chambers giving their gifts of heat and light. The fountain filled with the best wine available. Men in suits of black, women in gowns of every color conversed on the excitement of the first moving picture. When the band sounded their first note of Ain’t Misbehavin’ even the trees would stop to listen. Then the drums would shake foundations and hips alike and the dancing wouldn’t stop until the wine was dry. But that was a hundred years ago.
This is a story in 100 words or fewer for Friday Fictioneers based on the photo above. Click the blue frog to read more stories inspired by this photo!