Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

A quote: “When I come home, my daughter will run to the door and give me a big hug, and everything that’s happened that day just melts away.” ~~ Hugh Jackman

I’ll start with a story …

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I grew up realizing Dad was older than my friends’ fathers.

Give him credit, he tried hard, so I learned things a lot earlier than my friends. Baiting hooks, handling a knife to clean a fish. Dad answered all my questions.

I was a smartass once to ask him about sex just to see him blush. But he still told me, and I was young enough to be shocked.

Patience of a saint.

Maybe dad wasn’t quite the right age for my arrival, but I’m still young enough to take care of him now during his departure.

Love you, dad.

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Now, it’s your turn.
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2 Comments
  • Leigh Kimmel says:

    Emily Caudell had grown up with separation. Her father was an astronaut, which meant he’d be away for days or even weeks. As soon as he’d get back, she’d go running to hug him, and he’d laugh and whirl her around.

    Now that she was grown and married to an astronaut, she was still dealing with separation. And it wasn’t getting any easier now that she was a mother. It would be so much easier if her husband were here to give Miranda a good talking-to. But he was off to Longview, near the Martian south pole, and his orders were for the next six months.

    Which meant Emily was going to have to deal with the matter herself.

  • Dupin says:

    I saw it first back then as a little kid.

    Was it the first? If so, it didn’t stay that way long. They mutated, grew some, bred, and overran everything. The perfect omnivore. Pack or hivemind. Something They could take down big games. Humans weren’t a problem.

    They like water, but come out to hunt…eat our crops…eat us if we’re not fast enough.

    Now we live behind electrified mesh fences to keep them out—away from our crops, from us. We’re working on solutions, but nothing yet on the large scale we need. So we hide.

    It’s our new normal.

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