Wednesday again and time for Friday Fictioneers. The weekly foray into mischief and mayhem, murder and melancholy. Each week 100 + people battle the elements of language and grammar to get jiggy with their creativity. A 100 words of flash fiction based on the photo prompt provided. Follow the link and give it a go…
“It’s not forever, 6 months at the most”.
He lowered his head and I raised mine just a fraction. Instead of the hunger I was craving, his lips brushed the top of my hair. It was an emotionless gesture, cold. It broke my heart in two.
“Will you write?”
“If I get chance”
“I’ll write everyday” I whispered.
He smiled weakly.
I felt him move back, stepping away. My hands lowered across my increasing middle. He looked, swallowed, and turned away.
Thirty years later I watched my daughter board a plane to meet the father she’d never known. My heart broke again.