The man asked the woman, “Did you show him the picture?”
“No.”
He chuckled. “You should see this.” He lead me back into the cabin, to a clothesline along the back wall. There was a picture of a young boy hanging on it. “This is Alice’s son.”
I knew the picture well. It was me.
55 words
@LurchMunster
This is part 14 of the serial story I’m working on for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s #55WordChallenge flash fiction challenge. And yes, it is part of the same world that Taran and Alice are in. Now, please, go read all the other entries in the challenge this week. It’s flat amazing what gifted writers can say in just 55 words.
My Soul's Tears 