A Father’s Gift
And the Gratitude It Deserves
Elusive smiles would grace then swiftly desert your face
Changing moods — up/down, here/gone, mostly gone
Lucky,
I confess, because the downs would get really down
Papa, thank you for leaving
Sincerely
Ending things is a gift and this one was your best
*****
About the Creator
Lily Séjor
Lily is really not the best at describing herself, so she'll put this down for now and circle back when (if) she's inspired. For now, she wants you to know that she's your verbose friend who rarely knows what to say.
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The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Very raw and beautifully written!
Sad for you, but I get it
What a unique take on this, and on the purpose and value of a father to a child.
This is powerful. It creates a lot of mixed feelings; a wide range of emotions, in just a few words.
Not all fathers are created equal. Mine was a mess, but so are we all in some way or the other. So may faults we do not know to be illnesses undiagnosed, we can only hope for the best.