Coming Home
He opens the door and he sees his father lying on the bed, eyes shut.
As he picks his way across the room, he is careful not to wake his father, a man that he could never before surprise, only be surprised by.
Yet, steps on the thick carpet are dull, mere whispers in silence. It is quiet and he wants nothing else but to be near his father when he awakens. How many years has he dreamed he would be home again?
He stops abruptly near the edge of the bed. He hears no breaths.
As he picks his way across the room, he is careful not to wake his father, a man that he could never before surprise, only be surprised by.
Yet, steps on the thick carpet are dull, mere whispers in silence. It is quiet and he wants nothing else but to be near his father when he awakens. How many years has he dreamed he would be home again?
He stops abruptly near the edge of the bed. He hears no breaths.
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An attempt at short short fiction.
Other stories by Lorenzo Sewanan
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Enjoyed this wee pinprick of a son's life. So much back story left unsaid, and I'd be interested in a prequel short if you felt it appropriate? Perhaps that's the best thing about good shorts, the reader is left wanting more.
a prequel is an interesting idea; I think I will write one called "Leaving Home". thanks for the idea!