The Painting

I asked my mom this morning about the almost burnt painting I saw last week in our attic. Its main subject is a woman dressed in glamor and elegance. She looked like me and my mommy but I am quite sure she is not my granny.

To my surprise, mom turned pale and then sad and then angry. “I thought I was able to throw it. Don’t touch it again,” she said.

I stared and waited for more. Sighing, she continued.

“She’s your granny’s mom. The man and the girl were your granny’s dad and sister. She burned their house and killed all including herself because of jealousy. Your granny and that painting are the only survivors of that fire.”

Word count: 120
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Photo credit: The Storyteller’s Abode

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 28, 2017. 🙂

55 thoughts on “The Painting”

  1. I am smiling right now cos i ‘ve read the posts of the others on the same prompt which are mostly calm, serene, romantic by feeling..
    And here you are with you morbid (i’d like to call it that way) version of the prompt..hehehe you never failed to amaze me..

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  2. Oh my gosh. At first I thought that this was for real. Then I saw the ‘flash fiction’ thing at the bottom. Phew! Hahaha
    How are you Rosema? I know I’ve been so absent this week. It’s because I’ve been taking a course and haven’t had any time. Glad I was able to visit you briefly before heading up to the course.
    Have a great day.
    🙂 ❤

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      1. I am well, thank you Rosema.
        The course I was taking was a course on World View. Pretty heavy topic and not one that you can study just within a week’s time, but it was a great course. I love all that sociology stuff and all.
        Hope you are well.
        🙂 ❤

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