So, we’re here, finally! Aren’t you excited?
Greg threw the gear shift into neutral and looked expectantly over at Louise.
Her thinly pursed lips made him nervous. Eagerly, he swung his legs out of the car and dashed around to her door, yanking it open. Come on, darling. It’s your dream destination. We can buy whatever you want. Name it and it’s yours.
Really, Dad? said Louise, her face breaking into a bittersweet smile.
Absolutely! exclaimed Greg.
Well, I doubt that.
Pshaw! I promise.
Fine. I want the last 14 years back. Right from the moment you left us behind.
©Shailaja V
Word count: 100
Written for the Rochelle Weisoff Fields’ Friday Fictioneers-
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Oh yea!
The kids will never forgive him, obviously. Well observed.
Painfully perfect writing.
Ouch. He didn’t see that coming. Would love to know what happened next. Very well done.
Oh I am sorry to hear that. Hope you’re better off now.
Indeed!
That makes me very happy, Rochelle. High praise, coming from you ?
Aww, you’re too sweet !
Very true, Kalpana.
Sometimes, very difficult though. Right, Pixie?
Thank you, Raj ?
Most definitely not 🙂 Thanks for reading.
You bet! And they get away with it too, at times. That is the worst!
I doubt the bridges will be strong enough. He can try, though. Thanks for reading 🙂
WOW, now that was a slap in the face. Wonder how he responded to that!
Oh, I bet that one stung! I’m sure that wasn’t the response he expected.
Thank you ?
Ouch – I hope he has a Delorean.
Nice story, I can really picture this interaction.
KT
Nicely written Shailaja…it’s not that easy to forget the past. And trust must be earned…
Yes indeed.
Shailaja, I agree that some things can’t be bought. The dad has a lot of work ahead to mend that relationship. Good and well-written story. — Susan
Dear Shailaja,
Some gulfs cannot be bridged and some things come not back. A well told tale.
Aloha,
Doug
So sad and a dream that can never be realized, no matter the bridges built.
janet
Dear Shailaja,
This is one of my favorites so far. Your ending line is breathtaking, heart breaking and full of back story. Brava!
Shalom,
Rochelle
Great job there, Shailaja. Actually I can relate to this, only the story is a little different.
Ouch! That hurt. Lost time can never be compensated.
You are a killer story teller! I loved this!
The last sentence speaks volumes of Lousie’s maturity and the pain she suffered of the estrangement. Well done shailaja.
Oh! That was so sad 🙁
Lost time is hard to make up. Though, I wish they do mend their bridges…
The last sentence speaks so much!! all those lost years!! beautiful story Shailaja.
Some things just can’t be bought. Thanx for reminding us of that. 🙂
Oh a killer statement Shailaja! That must have hit him hard, right in the gut! Ouch! Some people actually think they can buy love, purchasing gifts to make up for lost time, etc. 😉 <3
Well that should stop him in his tracks, I think. Sounds as though there are some bridges to be built here. Nicely done.
Oooohhhh, that hit hard. Well done —
Ahh the agony of lost time 🙁