“Come on, it will be fun!” Shawna said, dragging me to the old abandoned building.
We were on vacation and had decided to do our own exploring away from the tour group.
The heavy door scratched the floor as we pushed it open. Inside the dimly lit room, frames of various shapes and sizes covered the walls floor to ceiling.
We moved closer. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Each frame had the image of one of my relatives. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
“It’s wild! There’s my grandma…and my cousin. How is this possible?!”
“Wait a minute. You’re seeing portraits of YOUR family?”
“Yeah…every frame a different one, some I don’t even know. But they’re old. Maybe, my ancestors? This is weird!”
“What’s WEIRD is that I’m seeing all of MY family members in the frames.”
Without saying a word Shawna and I bolted for the door. Before slamming it behind us, we turned to look one last time at the daylight illuminated walls. Each frame actually contained a mirror!
Now THAT is weird!
kat ~ 22 March 2016
A story in response to PJ’s (Priceless Joy) Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer Challenge based on the photo above by Uday, with the blog, Udayology. If you would like to read other stories or add your own, click HERE.