Seven years.
Seven years is a long time. A person can change in seven years. Especially a person who has spent those years in prison.
Jess is excited to finally meet his papa. He’s too jumpy to sit, and I am too nervous to stand. I’ve painted him a picture of a protective hero, a superman straight out of Justice League. I’ve painted him a dream.
Will reality match the dream?
We are waiting for him at the bus stop, beside a giant rusted sculpture of a clock. The irony doesn’t escape me.
The vacuum at the pit of my stomach only grows.
Written for Friday Fictioneers with photo prompt by Jennifer Pendergast
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Nicely etched situation
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Thank you
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This was a lovely take on the prompt. I so hope reality is at least partly as good as painted
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We can only hope his dream comes true. A delight.
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Thank you.
And I loved yours…so romantic.
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Beautiful. I love the line ‘I’ve painted him a dream.’ This is a great little story, well done!
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thank you
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Dear Leaking,
Lovely take on the prompt. I hope she’s not disappointed.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle. I’m rooting for happy endings too.
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Love the juxtaposition of him and her (too jumpy to sit, too nervous to stand .. . )
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Very well crafted, capturing that nervous moment when something you’ve waited for is about to arrive and you’re just hoping it’s going to be all you imagined it would be
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Thank you for your kind appreciation
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