This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Sometimes, we just want (or need) to remember, even the painful stuff.
Rain pelted down, as darkness descended over the town.
Derek and Kylie had been searching since Sunday and were not about to give up, even if the police were.
He doesn’t want to be found, the constable said. He’s sick, they insisted.
For five days they’d searched his usual hideouts. Surely he wouldn’t come here. Forty miserable years he’d spent in this factory. The building was a hazard then, and now—rotten floors, falling timbers…. In two days, they were coming to demolish it. Finally.
A raspy voice rose from the back room.
“Dad? What are you doing here?”