The Promise

Jenny Matlock threw another curve ball at us this week for Saturday Centus. This week's assignment: Take any other SC stories (yours or someone elses) and using ANOTHER 100 WORDS...tell us the "rest of the story".

I have only been doing this for a few weeks, so I didn't have a lot to choose from within my own work. I didn't really need choices though, because there was one story that I knew I wasn't done with. It was easy to choose Kitschy as the story I would build on. I have added another 100 words (after some serious editing and cutting) and I still don't feel like I'm done with this one. So don't be surprised if you see this one continue at a later date.

My original story is first in italics, followed by the rest of more of the story.


Sophie loves to drag me along to estate sales. She calls it searching for treasures and loves to make comments about how "kitschy" or "retro" things are. Personally, I find estate sales depressing. The whole reason to have one is because someone has died. It's sad to me to see a person's whole life spread out on tables with price tags. Every single item had a story, a memory attached that will now forever be lost.
Last week Sophie met with an estate sale agent. I listened to them from my perch on the top step and didn't know whether to laugh or to cry...
as she made arrangements for our mother's estate sale, my sister finally understood me.

I ran my hand along the faded patches on the wall where Mom's paintings once hung. As a little girl I would stare at them, imagining myself playing in the streams of that beautiful Scottish glen. I watched as Sophie shook her head. "I just think maybe I should hold on to these," she said. "It was Mom's dream to visit Scotland. Dad bought her these paintings as a promise...”

I hurried to her side. “We can’t keep it all Sophie. You have to let some things go.”

Tears streaming from her eyes she sobbed, “She never made it there.”