I sleep in a cardboard box.  Walking the frigid streets of London, I search for food.  The smell of freshly baked strudel causes me to pause.  The aroma takes me back to a small bakery, kilometers away.

I am a child.  My father stands behind the counter with flour to his elbows.  He welcomes me home from school.  As a teenager, a flour covered father with a foreign accent embarrasses me.  Finishing secondary school, I run away.

Successful for a time, I now scrounge for food.

Making my way back to Dover, I arrive at the cemetery.  Grief and shame wash over me.  I am too late. Laying flowers in front of my father’s tombstone, my mother slowly stands.  She turns and walks into my embrace.  Wiping each other’s tears, we make our way to the bakery.  The years fall away.  My father stands behind the counter wearing flour and a smile.

Welcome home, Liebchen.

He fades away.  I turn to see my mother looking at the same spot.

Had she seen him too?

Though remorse lingers, forgiveness heals the broken parts.  I stand behind the counter with flour to my elbows and welcome my children home with a smile.


Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge, hosted by Al Forbes, to write a story using 200 words inspired by a photo prompt.  This week’s prompt was provided by Al Forbes.

22 Comments Add yours

  1. JS Brand says:

    Touching and very real.

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    1. Thank you so much for commenting and encouraging! Life can be complicated and very difficult for many people.

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  2. mydaisydaze says:

    Brenda! really nice, very visual and such a sombre tone, perfect with the image.

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    1. Thank you so much for your encouragement. I really want readers to “see” what I write. To show the story, not tell it. I am new to this and am having so much fun giving it a try. Thanks again! =)

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  3. michael1148humphris says:

    This story was a treat, like strudel.

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    1. Thanks, Michael. I love strudel! =)


  4. Susan says:

    A story full of sadness and regret, but told beautifully.

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    1. Thank you, Susan! I’ve thought a lot lately how key forgiveness is in life, for our own souls, in our relationships, in loving each other. Have a nice day!


  5. What a touching tale, each word did its part perfectly. Absolutely loved it.

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    1. It is really a challenge to tell a story in 100 or 200 words, but it has been a lot of fun to give it a go! Thank you for your encouragement during the process. =)

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  6. Lovely story, Brenda! I like your blog very much. And I like the theme you’re using. Dyad is it 😉

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    1. Thanks so much Constance. Yes, the theme is Dyad (like yours)! I appreciate your encouragement. =)


  7. Iain Kelly says:

    Such a powerful story, beautifully told. Excellent Brenda.

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    1. Thanks so much, Iain! =)

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  8. ceayr says:

    Good story.

    Small point, in the UK people do not graduate from high school.

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    1. Goodness, thanks so much for pointing this out! I should have written, “graduated from secondary school”?? =)


      1. ceayr says:

        Sorry, no! I am smiling now, but we only use the word graduate for successful completion of a university course. The word graduate, as a noun, means someone with a university degree. Very different from the USA where I believe children graduate from kindergarten! We remain forever divided by a common language, it seems. Good luck!

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      2. For sure! Added to the chaos and confusion for me is having lived significant amounts of time in India and Hong Kong with their own version of British English (oy!). Graduation from kindergarten? I’ve lived out of the States for a long time (hm). Thanks again!! =)


  9. Dahlia says:

    A poignant touching story 🙂

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    1. Thanks so much, Dahlia! =)

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  10. I’m so glad she decided to come back home. It’s a really happy ending. Good writing, Brenda. 🙂 — Suzanne

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    1. Thanks so much, Suzanne! Home is where the door is always open. =)

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