You find the undeveloped films while clearing her things. They’re decades old; you’re amazed they can still be processed. So you send them off. Cross your fingers, hoping she’s in every picture. And she is. Radiant, laughing, arms around another man.
A total stranger. But he has your son’s eyes.
Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.
You handled the twist perfectly in such a short piece! Great writing.
Excellent writing.
Oooh! That was so good!
Ooooh, good one!
OH. WOW. So good…
A killer twist! So good!
Whoa, what an ending. Starts off so poignant and then WHAT?!
Great story, Deborah. The twist at the end got me. Wow.
Good story
Outstanding – really great work here. Congratulations!
Very impressive, Deborah. A wickedly nice, sharp edge.
Oh, the ending stings! Well done.