Friday Fictioneers : The ties that bind


PHOTO PROMPT ยฉ Sarah Potter


Christine had to force the lean-to door, tendrils of ivy and bindweed clinging at the wood. Tears welled in her eyes as she saw what was inside.

She’d been putting off clearing her father’s house since he’d died, finally gaining the strength three weeks after the funeral.

That morning she’d found the birthday cards from his ‘wife’, more addressed to ‘Daddy’, the spidery writing unfamiliar.

She remembered Mum’s sideboard scented and glossy with beeswax, now it was drowning in weeds, the wood curled like the pages of a well-thumbed book … and the memory of her Father shattered.


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See here to join in and to read the other tales.


48 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers : The ties that bind

  1. “That morning sheโ€™d found the birthday cards from his โ€˜wifeโ€™, more addressed to โ€˜Daddyโ€™, the spidery writing unfamiliar.” This is so immensely touching, Lynn. I am sad especially as she seems to have lost her father at a tender age . (?)
    “the wood curled like the pages of a well-thumbed book”… amazing expression.
    Such a lovely story .

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    1. Thanks so much Moon. We all have our secrets. I wonder what most children would think of their parents antics when they were younger? Thanks so much for reading


  2. Nice rhythms to that. Made me think of Roslyn Chapel, you ever been there? When they renovated it, it was overcome by ivy such they couldn’t make out the difference between the true greenery and the inscribed ivy, on account of all of it gone green with moss and lichen, and so on. Poorly put but you get the idea.

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    1. Thank you Bill. I haven’t been to Roslyn, though I know of it, of course – Dan Brown made sure the world knows it! I do love a medieval church carving – those sculptors had some character. When we lived in Yorkshire we lived near a town called Beverley that has a Minster famous for its stone musician carvings and misericords – some of which are quite rude if I remember.


    1. Thank you, Bjorn. Yes, we’ve all done things in our lives that we perhaps wouldn’t like our kids to know – kids are always shocked to find out their parents are human beings too! Just went to like your fb page – love that imagery and the book jacket is wonderful! Very best of luck with it all, Bjorn and hope the launch went well.


  3. “Spidery writing … unfamiliar” — this to me hints at more secrets, perhaps a daughter that the writer was unaware of, giving rise to her sadness. The wood of the desk turning up like the pages of a book suggests a secret history only now coming to light. Wonderfully subtle writing, Lynn.

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    1. Thank you so much Chris. Yes, there are always plenty of secrets in families, aren’t there? To met my Nan – very upright, WI member, very correct – you would never imagine she had driven and ambulance in the War, deserted her first husband, hooked up with my grandad who deserted his first family for her. That she had to change her kids names by deed poll to look respectable because grandad stayed married to his first wife. Always something buried. Thanks so much for reading ๐Ÿ™‚

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  4. There’s a tremendous feeling of helplessness here, the past shattered, unfamiliar parallel lives coming to light, and nothing that she can do about any of it. The weeds and the debris make a wonderful analogy.

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    1. Thank you, Jane. Families can make you feel a little helpless, I think – that momentum of the past impacting on your life whether you like it or not. Thanks so much for the kind comment and for reading ๐Ÿ™‚


      1. Ha! There’s always someone in your family you wouldn’t choose to be related to and would rather avoid at get togethers. We’re lucky if we only have one ๐Ÿ™‚


  5. Ouch! Nicely don. My sisters and I had to clear out our parent’s house last year about this time. Luckily we found nothing but great memories. You did an excellent job with what would have happened if there were secrets.


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