Genre: Literary Fiction Word Count: 100 Brought to us by FRIDAY FICTIONEERS
His head shook slightly, his trembling hands reaching out to hold mine.
“I know I don’t have that long, my body grows weaker by the day, you have seen me struggle even to walk”.
“I remember running in the snow, or up flights of stairs, a young boy then, when I could hold a knife and fork without shaking when I ate, now ..I’m too embarrassed to eat in public”.
“You are my only daughter, my ginger, when I go, you will look after mum…promise me?”
“Pop…with all the love in my heart…I promise you”.
For Friday Fictioneers and for my father who calls me ‘Ginger’ though I am not a red-head – the most amazing man in this world.
Excuse the completely different way I looked at the ‘Stairs’. I immediately thought of how my father is battling to walk right now and the staircase was a reminder to me of his struggles.