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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
“Get down from there you idiot!”Grandfather bellowed. “Save a heart!”
I jumped.
The screaming and crying as if everything had finally come down around us had become too much to bear. I hadn’t thought twice at inching up to the edge.
But his shout scared us all. My father was whiter than ash in the fireplace after Thanksgiving Pumpkin pie was served a day old. My mother was in hysterics for something that made no sense at all. Grandfather was the worst. He didn’t know how to ask and I didn’t know what to say, but he needed us and we needed him.
Then the world did turn darker when the wooded trail gave way beneath father’s feet. I lunged and missed. Grandfather crumpled to his knees, fat tears streaming down his wrinkled face.”I hate you.” He whispered. His fists clenched tight, then, louder. “I love you.”
I never saw my father again.
(c) Sara Harricharan