Lost Purpose

FFFC51She looked between the twenty-five-year-old negatives she was holding up to the light and the photo on the mantle. The pose was the same, but the smaller ghostly figure didn’t appear in the colour version.

Suppressed memories flooded back, sending her to her knees. They’d teased her – her parents and her sister. They’d told her that she was too old for imaginary friends. She’d been too young and her words too immature to explain what she saw, and they had convinced her it was all in her mind, until she stopped believing what she was seeing, stopped seeing anything.

The little girl had tried to tell her how special she was and that she had an important purpose. She kept telling her that it was okay to be different and not to worry if people didn’t understand her. They would soon.

Tears dropped onto the black and white plastic images. The mask that everyone expected her to be washed off. She was not Crazy Cathy, she had a calling. A prayer floated from her lips that it wasn’t too late.

by Debbie Gravett © 2020.02.02

FFFC: Flash Fiction Challenge #51
Main Image by Artie_Navarre from Pixabay
Inserted Image from Cottonbro at Pexels.com

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