Hi everyone, I know it’s a holiday weekend(Happy Father’s day to all the dads out there!), but I am hosting Friday
Fiction and while the linky widget is up late, I hope the story fits the weekend. I thought of my dad when I wrote this little piece. To join in the fun, just add your name and story to the linky
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Author’s Ramblings: I am so sorry to be late with this folks. Unfortunately, this week has just been one thing after another and this happened to be one of the things that completely slipped my mind. *headdesk* Apologies! As such, I’ve dug up this little snippet about Claire and her father, the opening prologue to one of my NaNo Novels a few years back. I wrote this with my dad in mind on what he’d say if I had a “major” choice to make in which he could weigh the outcome. Dads are kind of smart like that, huh? Enjoy the glimpse! Happy weekend!
“It’s not really a moral dilemma.” Claire twisted her hands together. “It’s just…I don’t know, Da. I don’t know if it’s right.”
“Sounds like you already know the answer,” he said, gently. “Is there a reason you’re dragging this out?”
“Yeah…” She stared at the patchwork quilted potholder hanging near the stove. The cheerful colors reminded her of her mother. The one woman in the world who would’ve understood this–same as she hoped for her Da.
“Go for it, Claire-bear.”
His only daughter smiled, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
“I know, Da.” She started towards the front porch steps and paused for a
moment. Her hand rested on the hilt of the sword hanging off her
weapons belt. “Goodbye.”
“See you soon.”
He watched her walk away and out of his life. He knew she would not return. The same way he’d known when his wife had left.
To let her go, without begging her to stay, that, he decided, was
the true dilemma. His hands fisted in the worn, old bathrobe. “Make me
proud, baby girl.” He murmured. “Make us both proud.”