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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