Fiction Friday

This Week’s Theme: Give a virtuous character a sordid past.


    She threw her keys onto the counter and sank into the chair, head in hands. What would she do now? What could she do now? This was supposed to have been a simple meeting. Sign him up for Boy Scouts, offer to help with the troop, and be the person they all knew her as.

This small town all knew they could count on her. She often volunteered her free time to help with her son’s projects. Most of the parents trusted her. The would let her take the boys out for ice cream or to help with projects. She had created a wonderful life for the two of them out here in the country.

That life was about to be shattered. She had managed to maintain composure when she walked into the meeting and saw him. He was older, perhaps a bit grey on the edges and definitely a bit out of shape, but there was no mistaking him. He kept quiet when she was introduced, but she could see in his eyes that he remembered her. She watched him during the meeting, always catching him staring at her.

He didn’t just remember her, he remembered the past as well. If that past got out, God help her son.

 

 

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9 thoughts on “Fiction Friday

  1. Yikes. That last line was the kicker. All along of course I thought it would be “God help her.” But it’s her son, which ups the stakes quite a bit. And makes the past more intriguing.

    I’d like more concrete details “show vs tell” in the second paragraph. The ice cream bit makes it a little more concrete, but I think you could make the small town more real with some details there.

    This is a good opening, and I would want to read on.

  2. Very nice, my mind is now working overtime wondering about the possible connections between this woman and man, especially the impact on the son’s life. His father perhaps? And has he hunted her down or has fate brought them together?

    So many questions…

  3. It’s a compelling idea but it almost reads like the description of a story rather than the beginning of a story itself. If I read this on a dustjacket I would be intrigued enough to read more.

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