Kayla listened to the sharp, raised voices downstairs and shook her head, climbing higher and higher until she reached the attic. Her siblings had done nothing but argue about her father’s will since the funeral and it was shameful. She was moving away, far from the dysfunction of her family and the disappointing path her life had taken in this dead-end town. The stop at the old family home would be her last. Her father had left her something.

Minutes later, Kayla returned to the van, breathless, loading the large crate into the moving van with her brother’s help.

“What is it?” He asked.  She said nothing.

That night, in her new home, Kayla hung her father’s gift on the wall of her attic. The Storm on the Sea of Galilee, the painting stolen from the Gardner museum when she was a girl. She stepped back to take in its beauty, wiping a tear from her eye. She would keep her father’s secret forever.



For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and Story A Day



20 thoughts on “Heirloom

  1. Oh nice twist Dad was an art thief. I was wondering why she only hung the picture in her attic but I understand. Unique take on the prompt. I enjoyed it 🙂

  2. Great twist, Jenn. I wonder whether anyone else in the family knew their father’s secret or whether it was only Kayla who he revealed the truth to. Nicely done. 🙂

    1. I wondered that too as I was writing it. I like the idea that it was something special between father and daughter alone. Thanks!

    1. I think it’s just a special thing she wants to keep for herself, and to honor her father by keeping his secret. Thanks for reading!

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