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#FF — Raw

photo prompt (c) Douglas M. MacIlroy

Wrought with terror-saturated anxiety, she wondered how she would communicate the truth to Robert. Despite the barrier it would raise for eternity, she owed him at least that much.

She rolled the platen, then began typing:

Dearest Robert,

I gave birth to our son, Johnny, on 3/17/55. He left the hospital with his new parents the next day.

I received a letter on 3/17/73 from Mr. & Mrs. Ames, saying Johnny was killed in VietNam.

Please try to forgive me.


Mary pulled the loaded pistol from the drawer, walked to the car, and drove towards Veteran’s Memorial Cemetery.


Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the thought-provoking host of Friday Fictioneers.

Today’s offering is connected to the story I wrote last week.  If you didn’t get a chance to read it, you can find it here.

77 thoughts on “#FF — Raw

  1. I wondered why she’s waited so long to tell him and to kill herself. Something must have triggered it. Perhaps the bird at the window? (though this story seems to follow last week’s typewriter prompt).

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    1. She knew it would create a barrier at minimum and destroy their relationship at most, so she never told him. The ultimatum has forced her to be honest with the horrible secret. The communication in the photo is the phone, and the window is the barrier to it. Yes, it’s another chapter from last week’s story.

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  2. There’s a consensus that she’s committing suicide, but who is she meeting in the cemetery? I got the sense she’s being blackmailed. Could the gun be for protection? Or to silence someone?

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