595, that’s what Jane had told me right enough. It didn’t figure, her being how I remembered her from school an’ all, and the house I was looking at now.

Back then she had lived in this real palatial house, her father was some hot-shot lawyer type.

How had she ended up in this dump? That’s what it looked like. A dirty rundown shack. A real dump.

A little cute kid came running out from behind the old house. Real cute looking, but dark-skinned. Not black, but kind of coffee-coloured. That confused me because old Jane was whiter-than-white pale-skinned.

I was beginning to think I had maybe the wrong town altogether when old Jane herself appeared. She was much older, but it was her sure enough. I would recognise those blue eyes anywhere, even if she had put on a bit of weight.

She recognised me too, and that crazy smile I remembered spread over her face.

She was holding a baby. It had dark skin too, just like the little kid, who was staring at me.

I kinda figured out how old Jane had ended up in a dump like this. Guess her father wasn’t one for moving with the times.

Copyright CE Ayr

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details visit HERE.

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22 responses to “OLD JANE”

  1. Interesting story 💜

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  2. Connecting with the past is not always rosy.

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    1. Thanks for reading Reena

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  3. Everything changes over time, except expectations maybe. Nice one Iain.

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  4. Cool take on the power of bigotry, Iain, and its horrible consequences.

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  5. Interracial couples have always struggled for acceptance within their contexts.

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    1. And still do in many places, fortunately where I am it seems to be accepted by most.


  6. gosh – this happens often and love the word palatial

    nice realistic piece –
    also felt a smile when I read about her smile spreading

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  7. Expecting and accepting the unexpected is easier said than done. for some. How profound is that?

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    1. Too profound for me! 😉

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  8. Odd but interesting. Makes me wonder how old Old Jane is.

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    1. Thank you, I like odd but interesting as a description of my writing 🙂


  9. It’s race over there, caste, religion, and region over here. Sigh.

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    1. Always something to divide us.

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  10. You left me wanting to know more, a story to be told?

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    1. Like so many others waiting in the queue…!


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