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Old Photos

She couldn’t cope by herself apparently.

She’d asked if she could visit the house again, just to pick up some old photos. Her son had shook his head, telling her nonsense about how it would only upset her and the strain wasn’t good at her age, as if the scale of years had reversed her to a child without free-will once more.

The stranger caught her by surprise. Photos in hand she sat, none of the nervous hovering the family had taken to.

“We found them under the floorboards while we were refurbishing.” she’d said. “Would you tell me about them?”



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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.


  1. I like the way you portrayed the child treating the parent like a child and then contrasted it with the kindness of the stranger (whom I’m assuming lived in the house.) This reminds me of an incident in our first house. My husband called me and asked me to guess what he’d found under the floorboards of our attic. I was hoping for treasure, but it turned out to be the cremated remains of someone who used to live there, according to a neighbor. What was really funny was how many people were creeped out by that!!

    You have an unneeded word floating around in the first paragraph: ” herself her apparently.” No “her” needed.


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