This week’s photo prompt from Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers.
Mother papered over the cracks in her family – appearances were important, she said.
She wouldn’t recognise that my sister was a thieving whore, and when she ran off with someone else’s husband, mother said it was a phase she was going through.
My brother was a sadistic psychopath, but mother said he was highly strung.
She’d no problem recognising me for what I was though; plain, inadequate, a convenient drudge. And said so.
So when the time came, I had no problem papering over her existence.
The cubbyhole had been there for years; it was a simple enough matter.