“Two lives and one secret”

“Two lives and one secret”

The bartender at “funky munky” handed the photo back to her. “Sorry, don’t recognize him.”

“Thanks for your time,” Judy said, and reached for the photo, but the bartender didn’t let go.

“Although…” he said, “With a red wig, some lipstick and eyeliner… That’s Amy! Wow.”

Judy struggled to find words. “No, what… What do you… That’s my dad.”

“Oh, you must be Judy, then!”

Judy felt her jaw drop. “How did you-”

“Amy told us all about you! Proudest parent I ever met,” he said, and pointed at the wall behind her.

The wall was plastered with Polaroids of patrons, all smiling and laughing. Many photos featured a woman with red hair. Judy couldn’t believe her eyes. Dad?

“Haven’t seen her in a while though,” the bartender said.

Judy’s head was spinning. She’d finally figured out what he’d meant. “Go to funky munky”.

She smiled. “funky munky.” Now I know, dad. Rest in peace.

 


 

Thanks for reading!

Written for theΒ FFfAW Challenge – Week of August 16,Β 2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ for our photo prompt!

155 words.

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10 thoughts on ““Two lives and one secret”

    1. Thank you very much! Yeah, Judy would’ve loved to go to the funky munky with Amy. My guess is dad was too afraid to tell her the truth sooner. I agree, interesting topic! My last flash-fiction contribution was also in the LGBT-area. πŸ™‚

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