A Family Inheritance

silver spoon


She stared at her reflection in the silver spoon.

It was her Nanna’s.

The spoon, not her reflection.


Her face was her father’s.

And she hated him for it.

It was all he left behind.

(first line provided as a “Write Now” prompt from Today’s Author)

image above “silver spoon” from Sonya Esteves in d i y ♦ u t e n s i l ♦ a r t

7 thoughts on “A Family Inheritance

  1. I’m impressed by the way you managed to tell several pages worth of storyline in only a few dozen words. Nice!

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