Friday, January 13, 2012

Friday Flash: "After the Funeral"

He cries at the word bedtime as Mommy unbuttons his black jacket with fumbling hands. Her eyes are a scary red as she forces them into the routine of pajamas, tooth brush, and bedtime story. He waits until she flips the switch and clicks the door shut before he sits up against the darkness. There is still a piece of the routine missing, the hug that would make him feel safe again, if only he could stay awake long enough to hear the front door open.

But, like the night before, sleep steals him away before Daddy can come home.

Oh, my! This one's a drabble.

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