Thursday, January 10, 2013

Day 10 of the 250 Word Prompt

"A young woman dies in a car accident, and her grief-stricken parents are shocked by what they find while cleaning out her apartment."

“Are you sure about this?” Evelyn asked her husband, Bob, as he turned the key to unlock his daughter’s apartment door.  “We could find a hotel instead, and come back here in the morning.”

“No,” the man sighed heavily, “this is as good as anything.”  Evelyn looked into the tear stained face of the man she had been married to for 27 years, and decided not to fight him on this particular issue.  

They had received the call, and made their way over the bridge from their coastal home to the hospital.  It was a trip no parent should have to make, and they were quiet throughout the 35 minute drive to identify the body of the young woman police believed was their daughter.  Two cars had collided head-on only two blocks from their daughter’s home.  The Sergeant had surmised, due to the couple of bags found in the backseat, the driver had made a quick trip to the grocery store, and was returning home when the accident occurred.

Evelyn and Bob had not seen Mary Anne in over a year. She had made the trek across the long bridge spanning the bay for the sole purpose of asking her father for money from her trust fund.  She had been refused, and had since refused all contact with her parents.   

Evelyn made her way into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, as Bob made his way down the hall to the guest bedroom to drop off the hastily packed overnight bag.  Evelyn heard her husband say something but was unable to comprehend the words over the water running from the kitchen faucet  She turned to place the kettle on the stove top, when she caught sight of Bob out of the corner of her eye, holding something wrapped in a pink blanket.

Bobs face was ashen as he cradled the bundle in the crook of his arm.  Evelyn leaned in for a closer look, and gasped loudly as her eyes peered into the angelic face of a baby girl, fast asleep.

“I think we have a granddaughter,” he revealed, and a slight smile, nearly indiscernible through the tears, crossed his face. 


  1. Oh wow! Surprise! :) I wonder how many of us are going to go on to make at least one novel from the writings we've done in January!