My humble offering for this week’s hundred word story challenge. Just 100 words, serious editing here folks. 😉 . Be sure to check it out, it’s a lot of fun. This week’s prompt LOST
“Daddy, don’t go,” I cry. Mother on the sofa, empty wine bottle beside her. He turns back to me, eyes full of love and resignation.
My eye is black, my heart broken. His hand on the door knob, his intention clear in the angry set of his jaw. “Daddy, don’t go.” He holds me as I cry.
Fat tears work their way down my cheeks to fall with liquid plops onto the desert sand. “Daddy, don’t go,” I whisper. There is no reply, just the thud of the first spadeful of dirt on the coffin.