Mag 49 - The Skating Party

The Skating Party

Since this photo was posted on Magpie Tales I have not been able to get it quite out of my mind. It seems at least to require a short novel or a very long short story. If a poem it would have to be the length of the Iliad to give it justice. Justice, of course, means mystery, so I have opted this week for merely the opening sentences of what I hope to make into a short story.

The Skating Party

Clarice Anna Hobbes found the photo where it shouldn't have been. Her mother, the story went, and snapped the photo 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 namesake and great aunt in the center. By the end of the day 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 10 others, come to be taped under her late Uncle Jacob's dresser drawer.

To be continued . . .