“Can you hear me now?”
E.T.* #quote
Played Scrabble with Grandma today. Z is a terrible menace. Anyway
onto the flash fiction!
The History Journals
The Callthorn family's house had it's own little library tucked away
in the upper floor. The family never purchased it's books. Every
single one of them was written by a member of the family. And not a
single one of them fiction. Well at least if the author's word is to
be believed, as they are all journals.
In 1806 the great-great etc. Grandfather of the current generation
Callthorns decided to make a journal of his hunting trips. Afterward
he decided that he enjoyed writing a journal and wrote down what he
did everyday and what he heard about everyday in the papers or from
people around town. When the space in a journal ran out he went on to
the next journal to write. (He did have the luxury to afford as many
of these as he pleased. The Callthorn family was a rich lineage.) He
suggested the practice to his son who took it on. The son had his
children do it and over time the whole Callthorn linage made journals
and sent them to the library. Every moment of history they lived and
witnessed recorded in the family library.
Their neighbors, the Redwoods, took a fancy to their idea after the
first few generations did it. So two journal libraries of history
co-existed right next to each other. Yet the journals told versions
of events very differently as each family looked through the years of
reality through separate eyes.
Remember the last time you read a history book?
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