Dominic Posch
Bio
A college student from New England, prone to occasional bouts of insomnia and frequent bouts of cynicism. I am fascinated by all things dark and strange, so my main niche is horror fiction, though I occasionally delve into other topics.
Stories (1/0)
Family Photos
I don’t know why I am writing this, doing so won't save me, but at least, I suppose, my story will be told and . . . I don’t know, maybe it will help save someone else. Anyway, it all started with the photo album I received from my late mother. She told me it had only the family photos I appeared in, spanning from my first birthday to a few months after I turned 32, when I left my hometown and moved to New York—not NYC, but close. I found it a bit strange. Why would I need a photo album of myself? Why not give me something that would help me remember other people? But my mother was an odd woman, and I knew her “explanation” wouldn’t make it any less strange, so I didn’t bother asking. I didn’t open it until after she passed, though I doubt things would have been different if I had.
By Dominic Posch2 years ago in Fiction
