I knew the flowered china well. Every chip. Every crack. She accepted $25, pretended not to know me. Shuttling boxes to my car, I debated asking for forgiveness. For scramming and dumping responsibilities on her. I watched awhile as my sister haggled over our deceased parents’ chattel, then drove away.
Liz is inspired by the tiny fiction of other writers. Find her at LizMayers.com.
This is very good. It hits home.
You have really captured something that unfortunately hits home and feels so real
You are a master…in 50 words you brought me to witness that yard sale.
Fabulous Liz. The human condition in a few words…
Really well done, I felt it! ❤️
Thank you everyone for feeling my story! Ans for your time reading and commenting. Liz
Hi Liz. I know this reply is a bit delayed; you likely won’t even read it. Since I have a story published here, I was looking back at some other entries. Your story has some uniquely identifiable nuances: family dynamics, regrets, and past decisions. Very well done. – Jamison Brown
Writing at: https://jgbrown.me