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A Stupid Accident 

They found him hanging there, tangled in the overhead light cord that snapped his neck, killing him instantly, when he fell. The police report stated that he had likely climbed on the cabinet to change the bulb, tripping on his untied shoelaces. It was just a stupid accident…or was it?

kat ~ 2 July 2016

A Three Line Tale for Sonya if Only 100 Words challenge based on this photo provided by Rosan Harmens. 


Survivor’s Reception

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Photo by Al Forbes

Danielle gazed at the overgrown green mounds where she and her family had lived in until it was safe. She had vowed never to return, but relented when she heard that so many others would be at the reception.

Before that day no one would have believed that their sleepy little town mattered to international terrorists. Greenvale was a farming community. Most people worked simple jobs, shopped at the Piggly Wiggly and spent Friday evenings at the Dairy Queen after high school ballgames. They didn’t even have their own airport or bus station. To access these amenities they had to drive two hours to the city. And yet, they were ground zero for the first chemical attack on US soil.

Each surviving family had received official invitations with promises of funding for those who wished to rebuild and resettle in Greenvale. The old high school gym was full of chatter, laughter and memories of those that were lost. Danielle reconnected with several school chums and neighbors. When it was time for the program to begin, everyone was asked to take a seat.

As the room grew silent, several armed soldiers entered the building, bolting the doors from the inside.

kat ~ 8 June 2016
(198 Words)

A Story for Sunday’s Photo Fiction Challenge based on the photo by Al Forbes above.


The Letter – Part 4

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Read previous installments of The Letter by clicking on the links below:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

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June met me in the driveway. It felt good to take a break. The sun was shining. I closed my eyes for a second to take in its warmth.

I found a second letter in the junk drawer, addressed to June in Mom’s handwriting. It took everything I had not to steam the envelope open to have a look. But I knew I should give it directly to my aunt. Maybe at lunch.

“You drive Aunt June,” I said, opening the passenger side of her fancy caddy, “I’ve never ridden in one of these!”

June smiled and chuckled, “Maybe one day you’ll have one of your own, Grace, if you play your cards right!”

Noon hour traffic flooded the narrow downtown streets, but June knew all the shortcuts and had an “in” with Joe, the diner’s owner. Parking was an easy slip to a special spot in the back. We entered through the kitchen. Joe, the owner and chef, was putting finishing touches on someone’s lunch plate. He greeted June with a warm embrace.

“We go way back, Joe and I,” June gushed.

Joe glanced over her shoulder at me, “And who is this lovely young lady, June? Where’ve you been hiding her?” Humph…if he only knew. Maybe he did know!

“Joe, this is my niece Grace, here in town for Annie’s funeral and to get the house in order.”

“Oh yeah, I heard about Annie. So sorry for both of you. She was a nice lady.”

Joe escorted us to our table. I caught myself staring at him. Could he be the one…my father? It was a good thing I was only in town for three days, I thought, or I’d be obsessing over every man June knew, especially those from “way back.”

During lunch June and I talked about the diner…when Joe had taken over the place, how it was the best lunch spot in town. It was crowded. I was sure she had planned it that way so we wouldn’t have to talk about her letter.

But now there was another letter. I decided this was as good a time as any to give it to her. Maybe it would open the door to our talking about the first one.

“Did you find any hidden treasure in the parlor, Aunt June?

“Oh you know, lovely memories. I packed all the family photos for you. I’m sure you’ll want to keep those. How about you? Find anything good?”

“As a matter of fact,” I said, pulling the letter from my pocket, sliding it across the table toward her, “I found this. It’s from Mom to you.”

June placed her hand over the letter.

“Well aren’t you going to read it? What if it contains Mom’s last wishes? I should know, don’t you think?”

Reluctantly June slid the seal open and unfolded the letter.  As she started to read her sister’s words tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks…

Dear June,

I know the truth about you and Tom…

As I watched from across the table, June quickly folded the letter, shoving it back into the envelope.

“I’ll finish it later Grace. Nothing pressing in it. Just a personal note. I miss Annie. Sorry I get so emotional.”

I wasn’t buying it. I only had three days to figure this out.

“We should talk June…”

“I know dear. I’m sorry, I just can’t…not here…not now.”

kat ~ 11 March 2016


Frozen

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Photo Credit: A Mixed Bag 2010

“It’s been there for over a week! Once the snow melted I thought someone would come move it.”

“No sign of movement anywhere near the car, you say?” The Sheriff wanted to be sure before calling the tow truck.

“Nothing. But I have noticed this strange light…”

“Go on…”

“At first I thought it was a flashlight, but nobody has been out there in this weather. This little ball of light just bounces around near the door and then…there! You see it?”

“Hmmm…that is certainly odd. Maybe I better have a closer look.  You stay here Mrs. Martin.” As he opened the door, there huddled in the front seat was the frozen body of an older man. An autopsy later revealed that the poor guy had likely died of a heart attack.

As for the strange light, Mrs. Martin only saw it once more. As the coroner’s van took the body away, the ball of light appeared brighter than she had ever seen it. It made a spiral or two and then zipped over her head disappearing.

“How strange,” she thought. But it left her with a peaceful feeling. Maybe that poor guy was finally at peace too.

kat – 19 January 2016
(200 Words)

A story in response to Sunday Photo Fiction’s Challenge based on the photo above.  If you would like to enter your own story or read the other submissions, click HERE.


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