Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image.
This Weeks image was The Bell
As he made his way up the stairs he heard the bell toll,
‘’oh heck’’ he thought, ‘’ Church is finished already , I need to get a move on.’’
He hadn’t planned on this job taking so long, he knew that church lasted approximately 45 minutes and that it would take the family 8 minutes to get back to the house, it was the bloody new locks that had been installed that had tripped him up. He was expecting that the key he had would let him in without any time wasted, wishful thinking.
He reached the upstairs study and made straight for the large mahogany desk in the corner, this was where the key to the safe was kept. He had seen his Dad lock and unlock the safe a thousand times, but that seemed a long time ago now.
There is was, in its usual place in the top drawer. Pulling it out he turned straight to the wall and lifted down the family picture, he paused briefly, remembering when the photograph was taken. They were a happy family back then. No problems back then.
He dropped the picture with a crash. He put the key in the lock and turned the key. This was it, he knew that the families rainy day fund was kept here. It would not be much but it would have to do for now. He pulled open the door and…
It was empty,
How could this be. The only thing inside the safe was a white envelope with his name scrqwled across it.
Inside he pulled out the note.
You need help son. We have made an appointment for you at the White Oaks Rehabilitatin clinic for Tuesday 15th, 10am. Please meet us there. We can beat this addiction together.
Love Mum & Dad
He couldn’t control the tears, he crumpled in a heap on the floor and sobbed uncontrollably.
‘’They still love me’’, he wept, ‘’after all that I have done. They still love me’’