Not Quite Forgotten – Friday Fictioneers, April 2017

Copyright Liz Young

You’re a long time dead…

You boarded the train, your fingers brushing briefly across my stomach.

Either that goes or I do…

You sent postcards with no return address.

Livin’ the life, hon…

You left phone messages, withholding your number so you never knew you had a daughter.  I guess you never cared either.

One day you asked us to visit you.

For old times’ sake…

Those times were so old, I’d almost forgotten them, so I didn’t respond.

But now I know where you are.

And why.

And sometimes a whole week goes by without me thinking about you.

Fasten your seat-belts for a whole raft of misery this week.  I did toy with the idea of trying for humour in response to the prompt, but it seemed like a bridge too far in the time available to me.   Hopefully others may manage that.  Thanks to Rochelle for leading the pack of Friday Fictioneers, and her efforts in trying to get others to stick to the 100 word count.  Come on, with at least sixty or seventy submissions each week, you know it makes sense.  😉