Door Number…?

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers where each week close to 100 people participate in a flash fiction challenge based on a photo prompt.


This week’s photo ~ Copyright: Rich Voza

And now my 100 word story:

It was 1977 and I was still in high school.
I had moved in with my father during my junior year unable to communicate any longer with my mother who lived in a constant state of depression.

Dad was drunk; again.
He had just slapped his wife hard across the face.
Everyone screamed except me.
He had treated my mother the same way and then left her to be with this one.

This was marriage to me.
I wanted no part of it.

The father of my unborn child thought differently.

There was abortion.

Or Adoption.

Three choices.

Which door?

49 thoughts on “Door Number…?

  1. That would be such a hard choice, especially for someone so young and from such a skewed perspective on marriage and family life. Hopefully she’ll pick the right one, whatever that is.


  2. A lot going on in your story — a talent for you to fit all of that into a piece of flash fiction. A sad scenario faced by the people in the story, and I bet unfortunately, for many this is a reality.


  3. Great take on the picture! For women there are so many doors. Sometimes we don’t choose the right ones, sometimes we do.


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