W
is for Waterworks
Lisa ran from the
house, as was her custom. It was seven p.m., you see, and her father was due
home any minute. Her mother stayed as she was, sitting on the couch. She knew
how this went. Strangely, Lisa’s father did not. He heard the tears upon his
arrival and tore back out the door, finding Lisa flung upon the ground just
past the neighbor’s watchful eyes, because, of course, this show was not meant
for them. Lisa’s father, to whom all this was directed, knelt down next to her.
Lisa gave a muffled sob before rolling onto her back, letting a single tear
roll down her cheek. He picked her up, cradling her in his arms and carried her
back into the house, past her mother who still sat on the couch, rolling her
eyes as they went. Lisa didn’t notice. She only had eyes for her father. He
carried her up to her room, and set her on her bed. They hugged for a moment,
both of them satisfied. She was still the daughter he loved, and he was still
her hero.
Maybe he knew how it
went, after all.
-Mel
Oh how sweet and sad at the same time.
ReplyDeleteThat flash fiction packs a punch!
ReplyDeleteThat's a sad story.
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She knew how to play her father.
ReplyDeleteThat was sweet and sad. I wish I had a father like that...
ReplyDeleteOh, but I bet that Mama is going to go nuts and explode one night....
ReplyDeleteWatch out Lisa.... don't cry wolf too often :)
Not sure if I think the girl is spoiled or if her father doesn't pay her enough attention.
ReplyDeleteShe knows how to get a hug from her father.
ReplyDeleteThe story is a little sad. It seems like an over the top reaction, and makes me wonder what more is going on.
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