A Daughter’s Contemplation

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“You have some real courage little missy,” my father said right before he walked out of my life forever.
That day I couldn’t find the words tell him I was sorry, to tell him what I had done was a mistake. I hadn’t known how to ask what he meant by courage. Because I know he didn’t mean bravery or guts, I’ve been strong like that, I’ll never be either. If I saw him again I think that would be the first thing I’d ask him, what does courage have to do with me? Sometimes I wonder if he was being sarcastic, I wouldn’t know since I can’t read social cues but, if he was, I’d probably have wished I had stayed at home the day of the trial instead.
I still wonder what it would’ve been like if I had chosen my Dad instead. Maybe I would be living in a trailer, instead of a house owned by a step dad named “Phil”. Maybe I would go to a public school, instead of a preppy catholic school. Maybe I’d have a REAL DOG NAMED BRUNO, INSTEAD OF A GOD DAMN PLUSHY!!!! Sorry, my real pet dog Bruno, stayed with my Dad.
It’s been almost a year since the divorce.

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Stan · ago
I like the uncertainty;- what has the child done wrong? Who's on trial? child or father? what's the catclysmic event that let to the divorce? And that little phrase 'I can't read social cues' Asperger's? Well constructed, lots of 'hooks'; surely the beginning of a longer story?
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