She felt a presence.
She turned around.
Her father stared at her and frowned.
Their eyes locked. She froze, unable to move.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mother. But, don’t do that again.”
She never did.
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At thirteen, her parents were too strict. Or, so she thought. One night, when her father left the TV room to go take a leak, she knew she’d be safe for she’d hear the door open. She sat in her dad’s chair, took a gulp of his Coors, and a quick drag on his cigarette. She stood up and walked toward the kitchen.
She felt a presence. She turned around. Her father stared at her and frowned. Their eyes locked. She froze, unable to move. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mother. But, don’t do that again.” She never did. 11/3/2023 06:02:58 am
Yes, Paul, true. And, this fiction story is ... sort of ... kind of ... maybe somewhat autobiographical.
Kendra Judge
11/3/2023 09:05:58 pm
Good capture of emotions. Excellent story!
Sue Clayton
13/3/2023 06:04:58 am
Best thing Dad could have done to ensure she didn't do it again.
NT T Franklin
14/3/2023 01:13:27 am
Nice job Janise
Randy Hooper
17/3/2023 12:43:13 pm
Good story. Comments are closed.
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