Every father worries – it’s in the nature of things.
From the first pimply youth hanging around the gate, right up to the moment she brings ‘the one’ home.
He’d criticised the ‘too-big-for-his-boots’ footballer, and damned the used-car- salesman who could jaw the hind-leg off a donkey, yet still say nothing worthwhile.
He advised against the student activist clearly heading for perpetual protestation, telephoned the Dean about the sleazy professor, and paid off the pushy hedge-fund trader.
But ultimately he was powerless.
Ultimately, on a foreign beach far away, it was a blackened soul with a Kalashnikov who stole his daughter’s heart forever.
A sombre week indeed. The reports of a father speaking to his daughter on her phone, powerless to help as she ran for her life will stay with me for a long time. Thankfully that daughter survived, but others were not so fortunate. Condolences to those families who suffered loss, and a speedy recovery to those who survived this cowardly, evil attack. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this weekly get-together, and for a great photo prompt. I’m looking forward to reading some ‘lighter’ contributions on this week’s Friday Fictioneers. I think I got the dark side covered. Sorry. 😦