Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 8) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #22
Today I’m featuring the contribution from Miriam Hurdle
Last week I set the following Challenge:
Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing. Maximum word count: 750 words.
Here is the image prompt and Miriam’s entry.
“Here, Liam, this is mother’s journal. Let’s collect all her personal items before the lady comes to clean the house,” Marcus said.
“I wonder what went on in mother’s mind.”
“Let’s read her last entry.”
September 17, 1969
You said you loved me. I moved in with you. I waited and waited for us to get married. You said it was love that mattered. I believed you.
We had two darling children, two cheerful and curious boys. You were proud of them. I thought you could settle down for a family and a committed life. You said it was love that mattered. I believed you.
Our boys grew into intelligent teenagers. They were outstanding students. The teacher complimented us for being responsible parents. I thought you were a proud father and family man. I mentioned about making the marriage legal. You said it was love that mattered.
I didn’t feel the love you claimed to have in our relationship. I wanted to be free from the agony, yet it’s too late. The boys needed a father for a few more years.
Our sons graduated from college. They supported themselves with scholarships and part-time jobs. We soon will have an empty nest. I asked for your commitment.
“I’m married,” you said. “It was an arranged marriage in China. The WWII separated us. I thought she was dead. I went to Hong Kong when the war was over. You and I met. It was love. Nothing confirmed her death, so I couldn’t make our relationship legal. Five years later, she went to Hong Kong and found me. It was my obligation to see her.”
You said I was your only love. I demanded your choice. You were still indecisive and said you had an obligation to her. I asked you to pack up and never come back again, and you just walked out.
I told our sons because they needed to know why their father didn’t come home.
“She told us, and it shocked me. Father seemed to be so nice to us for all those years.”
“There’s one more entry. Let’s read on.”
Words came from your wife as you passed away. So… you told her about me and your sons. I sent Liam and Marcus to the funeral service. They told me there were two children with your wife, one was seven years and the other was five years younger than Liam according to the eulogy.
Liar! Liar! Liar!
“Mother had a chest pain after this entry. We took her to the hospital and her heart shut down.”
Miriam Hurdle can be reached here…
Author Links and Contacts
Amazon UK Link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07K1S47W9
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Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Miriam-Hurdle/e/B07K2MCSVW?ref=dbs_p_ebk_r00_abau_000000
I may be reached here …