The Untold

The open porch was curtained by the rain that sheeted off the roof, drilling a trough underneath the eaves. Behind this curtain Hope rocked slightly, pushing against the floorboards with her toes, her father beside her in his chair. A third cane rocker sat empty.

“It’s a good porch”, he said, “Best part of this two-story house.”

“Yup”, agreed Hope. Recognizing the prelude, she looked forward to hearing his stories. Rain drummed the porch roof overhead.

A gust of wind suddenly rent the curtain, whipped them with cold rain, rocked the empty chair.

“Daddy, tell a story about Mommy.”

 

These recurring characters have their own page. For more of the told story click HERE.  Written for Carrot Ranch, November 2, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a chair on a porch. Why is it there, and what might it mean? Think about using it as a prop or the main thrust of your story. Respond by November 7, 2017 to be included in the compilation (published November 8). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

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2 thoughts on “The Untold

  1. They just showed up. Natural for a porch, I suppose, they’ve been out there before.
    I kept age vague here but this is out of sequence so don’t be worried that she’s gone off again since you last read about this family. There is a bonus installment at the Ranch. I added one so Jules wouldn’t think the mother was dead.
    And, by the way, you get triple, yes, triple bonus points for being the first to comment. Congratulations, Norah.

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