More of the Skating Party
Last week in response to the Magpie Tales prompt above I wrote a couple paragraphs as a lead into what may become a short story - maybe a novella. I do have difficulty writing short but that is my goal here. So in the coming weeks I will add to my beginning. The Skating Party Clarice Anna Hobbes found the photograph where it should not have been. Her mother, the family story went, had snapped the picture of that ill-fated skating party with her Kodak box camera when MaMa was but seven. The camera was a gift that Christmas day from her name sake in the center. By the end of the day her great Aunt Clarice would be dead, the camera and film confiscated by the police, and the skating party relegated to whispered memory at family reunions. How did the sepia print, in an envelope with ten others, come to be taped under her late Uncle Jacob's dresser drawer? The tape was yellowed and cracked, the wood under the envelope a totally different color ringed by the stain of the old Scotch ...