Rieko

A microfiction inspired by a photograph I’ve taken

Rieko had a secret: a dark and a true secret, which she had shared with no one -- neither sister, nor Aunt, nor Uncle, nor best friend, nor schoolteacher, nor casual stranger. But she did not know how much longer she could keep it to herself... Such a secret, perhaps, her ancestors' ancestors would understand: the kind of secret you had to keep locked away -- especially on moonlit nights -- and which, if you did not occasionally sing to it, and keep it fed, might tear asunder the door of Uncle's barn...