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.
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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Interesting story 💜
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Thank you 🙂
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Pleasure 💜
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Connecting with the past is not always rosy.
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Thanks for reading Reena
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Everything changes over time, except expectations maybe. Nice one Iain.
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Thanks Susan
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Cool take on the power of bigotry, Iain, and its horrible consequences.
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Thank you CE
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Interracial couples have always struggled for acceptance within their contexts.
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And still do in many places, fortunately where I am it seems to be accepted by most.
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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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Thank you 🙂
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🙂
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Expecting and accepting the unexpected is easier said than done. for some. How profound is that?
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Too profound for me! 😉
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Odd but interesting. Makes me wonder how old Old Jane is.
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Thank you, I like odd but interesting as a description of my writing 🙂
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It’s race over there, caste, religion, and region over here. Sigh.
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Always something to divide us.
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You left me wanting to know more, a story to be told?
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Like so many others waiting in the queue…!
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