‘You recognize me?’ a voice asks on the telephone.
The conversation dredges up twelve years of hurt, longings and unmet needs. Days of concession lunches and pointy fingers. Springs spent donning the bunny costume, waving at strangers. Winters of mom juggling multiple jobs. Sunday afternoons of unknown men in mom’ s bedroom, the creaking of her bed and the fistful of dollars she put into my piggy bank, eons of age running crisscross across her forehead.
I have been waiting for this day. My body and determination feel strong.
Yes, I will meet you in the evening, closer to the twilight hour. Away from the swarming city–out in the mountains, over the cliff where I often sit to quell myself down. I will let you hold my hand if you want.
And I will yell ‘Goodbye, dad’, while directing my body’s strength to my sinewy hands for the push.
Awesome! Perfect one for a pain of that magnitude. Well written.
Incredible writeup! This is a very different take of this fridafotofiction prompt i must say, i have read many till now but this out stands out for its unique take! Years of pain and agony described with such brevity. Beautiful indeed!
Thanks so much Parul!
Thanks Keerthi, your words encourage me!
Oops the dad's going to have a very bad time. Very unique take on the prompt.Thanks for linking up with #FridayFotoFiction.
Better late than never… Good if the protagonist does that!
What a flight of fancy…loved the writer's flight here, Sara kudos to you!
– Anagha From Team MocktailMommies
It is really sad when children need to pay the price for the irresponsibility of parents.
Great story, Sara.
Thank you for writing for #FridayFotoFiction
Thanks for your comments and for the prompt, Tina!
Thanks Anagha, loved your story too!
Thanks for the encouragement!