One Last Time: Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll

Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll

One Last Time

Quinn, the fifth son of a fifth son, saw things: graves before they were dug, people soon to be dead and buried in those graves. Standing outside the churchyard, head bowed, he took a deep breath and looked up. His heart broke at the sight of the two little girls next to the open grave.

It’s not supposed to be this way, he thought, they are so young. Quinn hurried home, wondering if he was too late. He called his son. “Evan,” he said, almost sobbing, “are Sarah and Allie home? Can I talk to my granddaughters one last time?
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

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