Friday Fictioneers: Memory

Once again, it’s Friday Fictioneers, where participants are challenged to pen a 100 word story, inspired by a particular photograph.

Copyright Claire Fuller
Copyright Claire Fuller

Memory

Howard scrutinized the photo.  An old stone edifice, presumably a church.  But why send it to him?  Then he noticed the tiny figure in the corner.  He looked sharply back at the torn envelope, but there was no return address.

Elaine entered, carrying groceries.  “There’s more in the car,” she said, out of breath.  “Can you help?”

“S-sure,” Howard stammered.  “Just a second.”

After she went back out, he stared at the image again.  What did it mean?  The figure was himself, of that there was no doubt.  But that building he was entering… he had never seen it before.

20 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Memory

  1. This has just the right amount of spookiness to draw the reader in and leave them wanting more. Well done.

  2. Yeah, it definitely begs for more. In that way, I guess, it’s really just a “beginning”, rather than something with a beginning, middle and end.

  3. Thanks. I frankly, have no idea what happens next. It could just be that the guy forgot. I could easily forget if I’d seen that old church before.

  4. I’d like to know more as well, but I’m not sure if I’d come up with a solution to it that wasn’t in some way a let down.

  5. That’s an intriguing start to something longer. Maybe he has a twin… or suffers from blackouts… or… better stop here. Nice one.

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