Friday Flash Fiction 55

This builds on last week’s Friday Flash Fiction:

Barbara looked at her daughter. How could she tell her? Oh, Kirsten, by the way, I’ve been living a lie in front of you and Dad all these years?

She winced at the false notion of ‘Dad’ that her husband, her daughter held. What possible good could come from their knowing the truth?

“Mom?”

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