Here is a Flash fiction story based on non-fiction. The prompt was to write 99 words using the word chest. It’s a story about what I discovered about my grandmother while I was helping my father clean her house after her death. I was only sixteen years old when my grandmother passed away. I wish, I know what had become of this box of treasure me and my father found. But, sadly, I do not know and fear they were just thrown away.
The Chest
After her death, her son and granddaughter went to clean out her house. Amongst the many treasures they found a chest full of a life she hid from the world. A life not even her son knew about. The chest was full of articles, diaries and manuscripts of books that went unpublished. Dairies, articles and manuscripts full of her memories of a past she never talked about. The chest was a gateway into a grandmother’s life. Finally, giving her granddaughter the connection to her, she dreamed of when her grandmother was alive. They shared the same passion, writing.
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