Microfiction #ThreeLineTales: Secrets

This is my proposition for the answer to Lynn’s question—what did the man find when he developed the forbidden film?

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The film in the camera was old, thirty years maybe—he could tell that from her appearance, because it was her, no mistake, the young girl he had never known.

They had married when she was a woman, hard-bitten and world weary and he approaching middle age, but they had been happy, sort of, though she had never spoken about why she had fled Romania nor what she had left behind, said it didn’t matter, it was another world, another time.

Now, in the crisp, clear images he shuffled in his trembling hands, he saw what she had left: the laughing tot cradled in her arms; blowing a candle on a fancy cake; toddling after a terrier racing across a field—her daughter.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

33 thoughts on “Microfiction #ThreeLineTales: Secrets”

  1. You never know what you’ll find…
    Hut did she leave her daughter? Or flee after her daughter died maybe? Or more horrifying, did something God awful happen to her little girl??I’m intrigued!

    1. I don’t know, Ritu. It’s Lynn’s story. I’m just butting in 🙂 I’m thinking she left the little girl behind with grandparents maybe, just the time for her to start a new life in a different country, and she never went back for her.

      1. Such a poignant story… and there are many in that situation, with children left behind so they can either make a better life for them or their whole family back home 😊

      2. Yes… I’ve seen it happen too… then there are those mothers who you wish would choose to leave so their kids get a better life… but don’t… but that’s another matter and post altogether!!!

    1. I was talking about the tricks of memory with another blogger yesterday. It’s strange isn’t it, how we convince ourselves that a very vivid image we have in our mind is a memory, when it’s an imagining. Photographs are bits of time suspended. We collect them in case we forget. They make me sad, I’m afraid.

  2. Love this Jane – so glad you ran with it as you worked with the idea so beautifully. Filled with heartbreak and longing, I want to know more about how that young woman became the tough person he married.
    Not sure I can compete with that, but I’ll try my hand tomorrow 🙂

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