Photo Prompt by: Fatima Fakier Deria


Walking into the canal-side post office, he anxiously snatched a postcard from the display. Almost frantic, he wrote these words…

‘Dad, you were right. Love, Son.’

He dropped it into the out-slot, and turned.

The door opened. Two tall men in a business suits entered, their hands in their pockets.

‘Come with us, please.’

wc: 54


Authors note: Some of you know I am a collector of postcards. I especially enjoy finding old ones in antique stores that people have sent. Sometimes, the messages are so simple. Sometimes, heart-rending. Either way, this week the picture reminded me of a post card and so I sat and thought about it a while and decided to approach it from that perspective. Last week was Father’s day as well, so what could be more fitting than a postcard sent home to a father from his son.  Ah, but there has to be a twist, now doesn’t there… hehe! Hope you enjoyed this little open-ending.  Enjoy! Shalom to all!


This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Fatima Fakier Deria for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.


38 thoughts on “Postcards…

  1. Well there’s a postcard Dad did or didn’t want to receive, depending on the message he takes from it. Hopefully he will know Son has been taken and be able to intervene. A wonderful thriller.

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  2. I think I’ll start collecting used postcards too, one can just imagine the stories behind each of them. I think Dad knows what he was right about. Seems like it was more than the usual ‘make good choices, son.” What culture is your name from? So intriguing!

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