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

12 thoughts on “The Return

  1. 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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