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.

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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.

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