Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

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by Smitty

“I forgave Betty decades ago,” I told her daughter Ellen. We entered my step-mother’s house. Time to fix it up, Betty having at last allowed she’d ride out her widowhood in assisted living.

“Good to hear,” said Ellen. “Mom said little of you, and what there was wasn’t nice.”

I picked up a plain volume from the shelf. Opened it. Dates around my angry departure:

“August 16, 1987: can’t take Jeremy anymore. That nasty dog of his only yelped once as it hit the canyon floor. Jeremy’s gotta go.”

She killed Lou-dog.

Raw hatred returned, with decades of interest. Forgiveness?

via Darleen

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  4. Having just bought the old house, I decided to throw out the old furniture left from the previous owner.

    The desk intrigued me as I recognized the Maker’s mark on the back panel.

    As I pulled the top drawer out, I noticed the hidden compartment.

    It took a while to figure out how to release the cleverly hidden locking mechanism.

    In the compartment, was a packet of papers, some old photos and a slim box.

    I pulled out my pocket knife and pried the box open. The contents of the box was a map and a blood stained garrot. Damn!

  8. I did that in about 10 minutes after a 15 hour drive from Texas to home. Guess I wasn’t in my right mind.

    I’ll try to put a little more effort in the next one. 🙂

  9. Bob Lee Swagger:
    I don’t think you understand, these boys killed my dog.
    I’m going to find them, burn their playhouse down.

  10. Closer to reality than you might think. I’m still discovering things my mother did, on purpose, to make my life miserable. And that was on top of the abuse and mental games.

    All parents are not nurturing nor sane.

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