It’s 8 a.m.; that’s 5:30 p.m., Dad’s time. I wait for his Skype call, excited to show him the red, white, and blue Christmas lights, but the IPad is silent.
I stand by the window. A car pulls in. Two uniformed officers step out.
It’s 8 a.m.; that’s 5:30 p.m., Dad’s time. I wait for his Skype call, excited to show him the red, white, and blue Christmas lights, but the IPad is silent.
I stand by the window. A car pulls in. Two uniformed officers step out.
Oh my…that’s a poignant one. I really felt it with you. Really well done.
Oh gosh! Poor girl! Nicely written.
There was really lovely bit of foreshadowing here. Nicely done!
Oh, wow. Well done. Great use of the title. I took a flash workshop recently that emphasized the importance of a good title. I think you have used it extremely well here.