Postcards…

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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.

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38 thoughts on “Postcards…

      1. You think your name is long? Oh, honey, you havent’ seen mine… “HoweshaMkwaHalaakwaShkoteMieneleKikyshkote” Try that one on for size…and that’s just the first name…without the family names/septs/clans added. Is it any wonder why I shortened it in the English to just BearStarfire. .. or, as y’all know me here ‘Jelli’

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      2. It took me years to learn the pronunciation of it… LOL! And even yet, I still mess up on some of the letters. Outside of important ceremonies, it’s just not used.

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    1. Lately, I’ve been a “shortie-short” writer it seems. Last two weeks haven’t been able to write much of anything in any realm. ~Shalom, Jelli

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  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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