Another flash fiction! This time based on the prompt: You came back.
I took steady, calming breaths while my jeep bounced and lurched up the dirt road, massive trees blurring past. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to see the wreckage of the cabin. But I was the only one in state and it had been over a week since dad’s funeral.
Still hard.
When I neared the clearing, I slowed. I wasn’t sure how much debris would be on the road from the explosion and I didn’t want to add a flat tire to this already horrible job.
The fire would have destroyed most of the stuff, but I just needed to come back—to see everything one last time. To make sure I didn’t miss anything. Closure.
I parked and stared at the remnants of the building. So many family memories, so many summers were tied to this remote place.
The remainder of the front porch still held my weight and the smell of fire still lingered in the air. But I froze when I looked inside.
A man. Crouched down near the remnants of the couch, searching for something. He stood, and I knew why his movements felt familiar.
“Daddy?” My voice quavered as my world shattered around me again.
He turned slowly. “You came back.”
“We thought you were dead.” My head spun.
“I needed everyone to think that.”
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Oohhh! I loved this. I do want to read the whole story. Get writing!
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