In the brass-bound folder, the frame held a lie. Her mother always said it was Grandfather, but it was a stranger. Photo DNA doesn't lie.
Each Sunday, Susan at Stony River brings us Microfiction Monday (it's already Monday somewhere). She provides a photo and, if that photo inspires us to write something, we have 140 characters or less in which to do so, including spaces and punctuation (the length, they tell me, of a Tweet). To help people who overwrite, which I do, Design 215 has a character-counter here.
To see how this photo inspired others, please click HERE!
(Note: Susan is suffering from an ice-storm-imposed lack of power, so I'm posting this now and linking it up later. -- K)