By Karen Crawford
“If I could just go home,” my mother said, and maybe if the smell of Lysol wasn’t punishing my throat, I might have had the nerve to tell her it sold, and maybe if I hadn’t brought back a few memories hoping to spark hers, like the racy Viva Las Vegas postcard I found in Dad’s old junk drawer or felt the electric shock when she snatched it from my hand, and maybe if she wasn’t fanning herself, her skin fluorescent red, eyes dreamy as an all-night chapel, maybe she might never have confessed: it was from my real father.
I love everything about this great story, the one long sentence, the more repetition with maybe, the surprise ending… just everything. Thank you.
Thanks so much for giving it a read!
I agree with Jan. And appreciated it even more on second reading.
Thank you so much!
Brilliant!
Jim
Thank you so much!
Family secrets! Some surface. Some never do. Haunting!
True that! Thanks for giving it a read! 🙂
Family secrets! Some surface. Some never do. Haunting!
I laughed out loud when I was done reading. Ah, family secrets. What family isn’t laden with them. A very nice, well wrought piece.
Thank you so much!
Your imagery …. We were there in the room beside you. Well done.
Thank you so much for reading!
OUCH! But, every family has them. One of my sister’s wasn’t created by my father. And now with Ancestry even more are being unearthed, so to speak. Anyway, I appreciate how you can get so much “life” with your words. CONGRATS!
Thank you so much, Tret!!
Thank you so much, Tret!
Loved this well crafted story!
Thank you so much for giving it a read!