I wish I was better at Christmas; but I’m not going to change now, I suspect. So I’m relieved that it’s almost over, and even more relieved that it’s time for Friday Fictioneers and I can get back into a routine again. Hope my fellow Fictioneers enjoyed their Christmas each in their own way, and wish you all the best for the coming year.
Thanks to Rochelle for making sure that there was a prompt underneath the Christmas tree for us. And thanks to Doug for another great photo. Glad that you’re back amongst us this week. You’ve been missed.
“I know who I am now.”
He wasn’t sure she’d heard; the tower restaurant was heaving with Christmas revellers.
“It was crass of me,” he started again, “deserting you both like that. I was too young…not ready…”
She stared out into the darkness beyond him.
“I…I know it’s been hard on you,” he was stammering now, “and I was gutted to hear about your mother.”
Her mouth tightened.
“But I’ll make it up to you… all of it. Like I said – I’m different now, I’ve changed… I know who I am.
Her cool gaze met his.
“Good for you then, Dad.”