I’m almost to the wire again this week. Talk about procrastination!
Many thanks, as always, to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.
Estranged
It’s 173 steps from the corner to 16 Lang View. Paced 12 times equals a mile. The chick on the corner peers suspiciously through her window now, hands on hips. She’s probably called the cops. If she only knew they wouldn’t scare me a quarter as much as the old man in 16 Lang View.
Procrastination and pacing diminish my bravery till there’s nothing left. You do things when options disintegrate into dust, things you vowed you never would especially when it’s for your kid.
I depress the doorbell. I’m turning around to leave when the door opens.
“Hi, Dad.”
end
Dear Sascha,
The old man and the opening of the door both sound menacing. You left me on pins and needles.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Aw, I felt her anxiety in facing her dad. Great job building the tension with her pacing and the suspicion of the woman watching! Lovely!
Some great truths in this, and a killer twist
Great setup, anticipation building, and payoff.