I thought I would get in early with this week’s writing prompts for ‘Inspiration Monday’. This week I’ve written a few ‘Twitter Fiction’ stories (all 140 characters or less) around the one prompt, ‘My dad looks at me.’ Then I discovered that, in my haste, I’d got the prompt wrong and missed the word never!! So these are for the prompt that isn’t there.
My Dad Looks At Me
My dad looks at me and I wonder if that’s the way all dads look at their young daughters. His leering smile tells me it’s not.
My dad looks at me and the tears well up in his eyes. He’s so proud. I’ve got the star role in the Christmas Nativity – I’m the donkey.
As the judge passes sentence I look across the courtroom at my family. My dad looks at me. I can see that he’s not yet ready to forgive.
My dad looks at me as I cower in the corner. He slowly takes off his thick, black, leather belt. “This will hurt me more than you,’ he lies.
My dad looks at me but there is not the slightest recognition in his eyes. He chats to me politely, as he would do with any stranger.
My dad looks at me and tells me I’m not his son. I look back at him a breathe a sigh of relief.
I’ve finally found him, the man who walked out when I was a baby. My dad looks at me and says he’s sorry. I cry as I shoot the bastard.
He’s only got days to live but when my dad looks at me with those scared eyes I can’t tell him. Instead I hold his hand telling him he’s OK.
When my dad looks at me like that I know I’m in trouble. When my mum looks at me like that, I hide behind my dad.
My dad looks at me through the glass window as they strap him to the chair. His smile tells me I was wrong to expect him to show remorse.
My dad looks at me and sobs, “But why son? You are clever. You could have done anything, been anybody. Why waste your life as a writer!”