Teal paint – the soft blue-green of a calm sea – covered the wooden door. Red and green crawled over the brickwork, reminding Jack of Christmas. His fingers brushed the window and he closed his eyes, lost in memory.

He stepped back and took a deep breath. He knew what he needed to do. The key felt heavy in his hand, even though it was small enough to fit snugly in his palm.

Jack put the key in the lock and turned it. The door creaked open, bidding him enter this strange new world.

It was his father’s key, his father’s shed, his father’s secrets. But his father was gone now.

As the light spilled across strange books, copper tubes, marble column and flashing lights, Jack stood in awe and wonder.

He’d known his father all his life, but now he realized he’d never known him at all.


Word Count: 146

This is my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge! The picture is from

  1. bikurgurl says:

    I love your perspective – home, father, family…totally what I got from it too 🙂 Nice work!

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  2. Nostalgic story. I liked the opening and the ending left so much unsaid. Well done.

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  3. Great story and I love the descriptions in it. I noticed that he is stepping inside his father’s shed – I wonder if it is something like his “man cave?” It sounds very intriguing. Great story!

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  4. jademwong says:

    Isn’t that one of the ironies of life indeed, when we think we know the people we’re close to, only to find out later that there were so many layers to them we had never discovered. Great story 🙂

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  5. mandibelle16 says:

    Neat story. A lot of tension and build up to the time the son opens the door. I’m not sure what his father was doing, but it must have been amazing for the son to realize he didn’t know his father at all.

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    • Thank you! My intention – which I guess wasn’t as clear as I’d hoped – was that there was strange sci-fi-looking stuff inside, implying his father was some sort of inventor or time traveller or alien. But the story seems to work even if I didn’t get that across.

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  6. Excellent take on the prompt. It left me with questions and wanting more 🙂

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  7. Jenn says:

    I love it. Very bittersweet that the father didn’t feel he could share his inner self with his family, but I think many can relate to that.

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