[This is a work of fiction. The characters and situations are purely imaginary, and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended.The photograph only sets the tone for the colour]
“Impossible! You must have imagined it”, her mother said when she first told her.
“You must have led him on”, her mother accused, when she proved what was being done to her.
“Learn to bear it”, her mother advised. “I put up with so much for your sake.”
“He is your father”, her mother said. “He has the right to do anything to you.”
“Don’t you dare”, her mother thundered when she threatened to tell all.
Her baby- the baby her mother now passed off as her own. Will she ever know if he is her brother or her son?
Drabble(n) - an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.