The Unfinished Book
An Incomplete Short Story
by Gaaya N
The cold wind rushed against the pages of the worn leather cover. The attic floorboards creaked, as my mother appeared behind the door. She said she had called me for a dinner that was now no more.
“Oh come on!” my mother croaked when she saw me with The Book, for she had an dreaded cold. “Oh my dear, why must you look at that old thing?”
“It's the 2 anniversary since father…” I trailed off and glanced down at the book icily. “Since he disappeared,” I finished.
“Come now dear, let's not think about the past but of the near future!” my mother said in her we-will-not-talk-about-this-anymore-end-of-discussion voice. She led me down the stairs where my supper was ready, lukewarm by now. Alas I didn’t think my journey would end soon, for I had a fascinating discovery...
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