Weekly Writing Challenge: A Picture Is Worth 1,000 Words

Well, here we go –  our yearly photograph. We are on our way to Easter Sunday Brunch with my sister and her family. The children love their aunt Margie, but I could really take her or leave her. Sure, we grew up together, but we don’t have much in common these days. She is the head of the church volunteer committee, a regular helper at the community food bank, and an upstanding member of society. I, on the other hand, am a shameless despot and a threat to society.

Last year, there were four of us in the annual photograph. This year, it’s just me and the kids. I feel bad for them that they are without a mother now, but there’s nothing I can do about it. She is gone and nothing will bring her back.

I may have had a few too many drinks that night, but I just couldn’t take her nagging any more. I had enough and she deserved it. No one suspects me at all, after all, I’m a poor widower with two small children whose wife died at the hands of an intruder. But it’s only a matter of time before these kids start asking questions about her, and I don’t know what I will do then.

For now, we’re going to have prime rib and mashed potatoes. And maybe apple pie for desert.


I’m late on the DP Challenge this week, but the picture is so good, I had to jump in. For some reason the photo really struck me as something very dark, even with the little girl in her pink dress – or maybe in spite of the little girl in her pink dress. hmmm.

If you are not familiar with the daily post challenge, check it out here

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s