100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
NOTE: You might wish to read Part 1 of The Ruby Ring before you proceed to this week’s story.
On a Louis XVI table behind the cabin door a candle had burned to a tiny stub. The wick was bleached white by fifty years of salt water. Strangely, tendrils of creamy wax still clung to the sides and legs of the table. Wait! Louis XVI in a third-class cabin?
A picture frame lie face down under the table. Ivan turned it over. It was a small oil painting of his grandmother and a woman he’d never seen before.
Ivan tucked the ruby ring and the picture in his pack.
He backed into the corridor.
Would Father know?
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