Microfiction: Remains II

Another 100 words in the story ‘Remains‘.

charred-toys

The toys came up first, decay well set in but still recognizable as bear and doll. A young child’s toys, not a baby’s. Why did we think it was a grave and not just a rubbish dump? What made us keep on digging until we found the rest, when both of us were sick and the tears blurred the rising pile of sods? Why did we need to know? Because we tasted December in the June air, heard again the cackling of the wind when we discovered our child’s empty bed, and because we would never forget Uncle Fred Bear and Baby Doll.

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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.

22 thoughts on “Microfiction: Remains II”

      1. Always with a great pleasure. Thank you very much for your work on posting. Have a nice day/ evening? Sorry, sometimes i have some trouble with all the timezones to manage here. 😉 Michael

  1. Oh no. Tragedy follows them–or they follow it. I think something horrible happened there, but I feel sad for them.
    (There was probably an evil estate agent involved.)

    1. If he suspected anything he’d certainly have kept quiet. Now I’m going to have to think of a plot twist that explains how their child’s toys got there, but there is no body. I can’t bear for there to be a body…

    1. If you only knew how hard I find it to follow the plot of thrillers! If I were to write one, the plot would be so simple a five year old would solve the mystery by page two!

  2. That last line – wonderful Jane. And the slow reveal as they dig deeper, as we move from the toy reminding them of their child’s disappearance to being their child’s actual toys. Real chills here.

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