Keeping Secrets
“Don’t tell your mother,” whispered Harold, sweeping up porcelain pieces as Jacob walked in.
“Gee, Dad, she’ll explode when she finds out.”
“That’s why I ordered a replacement.”
When the doorbell rang, Carrie raced to the door.
“Did you order anything?” she asked Harold who happened to appear alongside.
“Yes I did,” he mumbled. “I’ll open it in my office, after my next Zoom meeting.”
At dinner, everyone gathered in the dining room. Carrie glanced at the China cabinet.
“Strange,” she uttered. “I’m certain that figurine has blonde hair, not red.”
Jacob turned his head the other way to smile.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She resides in Edmonton, Canada.