Daddy & The Sea – Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!

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Here is the photograph and my story.

Daddy & The Sea

One knows,  as a father,  that there are days when you really do feel adequate.  You take your daughter to the early morning tidal pool.  She pokes a thin cypress branch into sea anemones.  You put your arm around your wife and smile.  Life seems perfect.  All the way home you sing ’99 Bottles of Rum on the Wall’.

Hours later you’re on your fishing skiff. You’re circling just beyond what would have been the tidal pool that had brought such joy that morning.  It’s high tide.  You reach for your cell phone. Thank god there’s a signal.

“Hello?” you hear your frenzied wife answer.

“Hi, Sweetie. I’m here now. Near the tidal pool. Can you ask Emiline where she last remembers seeing her dolly?”

“Ohhhh! Ask her yourself!” your sweet wife replies.

You hear the phone switching hands. “Daddy?”

“Emiline! Hey! Can you tell Daddy where you last remember seeing your dolly?”

“On the beach, Daddy.” You hear Emiline sniffling.

“Don’t worry! Daddy’s gonna find her for you!” You gaze upon the endless beach.

Ellespeth

(175 words)

28 thoughts on “Daddy & The Sea – Fiction

  1. A beautiful and loving story. Parents are willing to go to great lengths for their children. I remember my husband driving all the way back to our babysitters house to pick up our son’s teddy bear for him because he could not seem to sleep without. It was important to him, and important to us that he have it.

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    • yes. i grew up in New Orleans, and my dad and uncles would say they were going out to catch Mardi Gras beads – we lived near the French Quarter. They’d return with reams of beads still held together with tape. There was a bead shoppe near. I think they waited till all 20 nieces and nephews arrived and then went to some bar…if you ask me.
      Ellespeth

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