“Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100 words based on the photo prompt and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well.”
My head was pounding so hard, I almost fainted.
I stared at the man in the photograph. Even before I read the message at the back, I knew who he was.
I have his eyes.
It’s been two years since Mama passed and even then, packing away her belongings brought a lump in my throat…
“Rachel, dinner’s ready. Your favorite..……. What’s up, sweetie?”
For the first time since Mama’s death, his smile reached his eyes.
“I’ll be right down.… Papa.” Saying the last word out loud made me feel better.
I left the photograph where it belonged… In the past.