Loss and Found (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Loss and Found (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Photo Credit: Dawn M Miller

Judy’s throat tightened as she surveyed the remnants of Grandma’s house. She refused to cry. Suck it up, she told herself. It’s just stuff.

David handed her lukewarm coffee in a plastic cup. Courtesy of the Red Cross, he told her.

“It’s my fault, I could have removed Grandma’s things two days ago. Now, everything is gone, just like her.” Words meant more for herself than for David.

”Don’t blame yourself. You had a lot to take care of, with the funeral and all. Besides, it was mostly junk. That woman never threw anything away.”

Judy bit her tongue. She didn’t need an argument over her grandmother’s hoarding habits. David simply didn’t understand that when you grew up during the Depression, everything was useful.

Across the debris field, Judy noticed a gleaming reflection. Nothing but an old piece of metal, but her eye caught something else. Reaching into the grass and mud, Judy pulled out a tiny teacup, in perfect condition. Grandma’s favorite. Judy lovingly wiped off the mud with her tee-shirt, exposing the royal blue and pink rose pattern.

It was true. Storms leave miracles in their wake.  Judy let the tears of happiness flow.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. Many thanks this week Dawn M. Miller for offering the stimulating photo. Although this story is purely fiction, recent personal events and Hurricane Harvey offered lead me in the direction it took. Earlier this week I was in that small Texas town where Harvey made landfall, attending my sister-in-law’s funeral. I doubt much of what she owned survived. Storms are strange and selective creatures. Why it chooses to leave small delicate items like a teacup intact in a sea of destruction is truly a mystery.

Sunday Photo Fiction – August 27th 2017

19 thoughts on “Loss and Found (Sunday Photo Fiction)

    1. We have tornadoes in Oklahoma and it is amazing to see the things that do not get damaged when everything else around it has been destroyed. For many, that is a miracle. Thanks for your comments

  1. My Dad died in April and he really did keep everything he ever owned. My brother and I took days just to get through all the stuff in his garage.

    Just heard on the radio this morning that a non-profit called “Convoy of Hope” is going to the Huston area to partner with local churches in providing food and other items to the victims.

    1. I’m sorry about your father James. Losing a parent is hard, no matter how old you are. I look at all the things I have and think I need to get rid of as much as I can while I can do my kids don’t have to deal with it.

      There is a lot of relief efforts going on in Houston right now. People are still being rescued from their flooded homes. The streets are rivers. Looks like we are a little better prepared than we were with Katrina

      1. I don’t know if it’s possible to be completely prepared for such a devastating disaster, but I’m glad at least that folks were a tad better prepared this time around.

        The nice thing about living in Southwestern Idaho is that there are hardly any sort of natural disasters of that magnitude. Rarely a tornado shows up and even more rarely an earthquake. I’ve experienced neither in my 23 years of living here.

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