He’s Gone

 

“What’s this?”

“That’s mind your own business is what it is,” my grandfather snatched the adoption papers from my hand. “Hazel!”

“Yes, dear, what is…” her eyes widened. “Okay,” she inched toward me like she was approaching a wounded dog. “It’s okay.”

I started crying. “Poppy?”

He held me, told me he loved me. “Those papers don’t change anything.”

“Gran?” I pleaded. “Daddy didn’t leave me?”

She hugged us both. “He’s gone.”

“Where…where is he?” I squeaked, not sure I wanted the answer.

Gran’s eyes flicked to the garden. “You must understand, baby. He was not a good man.”

 

 

May 20 Prompt: Old Mystery (In 99 words, write about an old mystery in the current time. Is it a discovery? Is it solved? Does it no longer matter, or does it impact innocent generations in between?)

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

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16 thoughts on “He’s Gone

    • I did. I knew I would take on the impact of a discovery. But this was a tough prompt for me and I had a longer version again so, in my mind, this ending is silly and abrupt. Eh. They can’t all be gems. 😉

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  2. Sarah, I just read this and was going to say: ‘Gran’s eyes flicked to the garden’ – coupled with her words had to mean that he was buried there, murdered. Then I read the comments and know that I got it! (Although maybe not on the buried in the garden part, as Gran could have just been looking away in that direction…. I loved this, and the way it leaves me with so many unanswered questions. For one thing, what was so awful about the father to make his own parents murder him? Dark indeed this, I’m so glad you found your story and let those monsters out and I love it 🙂

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