50 word story: ‘Discovery’

Sooo, after I scribbled this one, my brain started whirring, with lots of ideas stemming from this story – that can only be a good thing, right?

I stop at the doorway, listening, the photograph in my hand.

“He suspects,” Mum says. “Should we tell him?”

“She killed someone, Diane,” Dad says. “He’s better off not knowing.”

I look down at the sister I didn’t know about until last week.

She’s alive. I’m going to find her.

Hope that was entertaining!

Thanks for stopping by 🙂

Ro x


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