You’ll Never Know

You’ll Never Know
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Genre: mainstream
ASIN: B0092F711A

A short story of approx. 1,800 words. What matters most in life? Is it the memories, the magical childhood fantasies, the shared and precious moments with beloved family... or the truth?
"Some things should be left alone," Jan's grandfather told her when she was just a child.

Just before Jan's grandmother died, she revealed the existence, and location, of a secret diary and gave Jan permission to read it. Will she? Should she? As Jan pieces together the events of her life, she can come to only one conclusion.

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A short story of approx. 1,800 words.

What matters most in life? Is it the memories, the magical childhood fantasies, the shared and precious moments with beloved family… or the truth?

“Some things should be left alone,” Jan’s grandfather told her when she was just a child.

Just before Jan’s grandmother died, she revealed the existence, and location, of a secret diary and gave Jan permission to read it. Will she? Should she? As Jan pieces together the events of her life, she can come to only one conclusion.

 

Read the beginning…

Bound with a faded red ribbon, the slim diary powdered my fingers with dust as I teased it from its hiding place. It was where she’d said it would be, tucked behind a false back in the middle drawer of her kitchen dresser. I rubbed the dust onto the leg of my jeans as I sat down on the floor with my back against the cupboard under the sink. I’d rooted around in that drawer a hundred times as I was growing up and never realised it hid a real secret.

Rummaging through all the bits and pieces in that drawer was one of my favourite games when I was small.

“Can I go rooting, Gran?” I used to ask, knowing she’d say yes and wondering what new booty I’d find this time. There was always something new; something I’d overlooked last time. Delving into the mysteries of that drawer was like stepping over a magical threshold into a quest where anything was possible, where at any moment I might discover something momentous: a magic wand, a dragon’s wing, golden coins, or a pouch of fairy dust. The drawer was huge and stretched farther back than my short arms could reach. The thought of what might lie in those shadows always filled me with excited wonder.

The broken hair combs once belonged to mermaids, old fuses were either dried dragon food or tiny elf scrolls that wouldn’t open because the spell to unroll them was long lost. Scraps of notepaper holding scribbled phone numbers were really coded spy messages, and the broken sunglasses with scratched lenses were obviously the disguise the spy used on long-forgotten secret missions. Elastic bands and paper clips could only be enchanted fairy bridles, and broken brooches with missing jewels were all that was left of the princess locked in the tower…

You’ll Never Know
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