It was something a cheap water- colour might have portrayed.
Living in a sleazy hotel flat, his breath smelled of stale gin and cigarettes.
I tried to penetrate the fog clouding his once blue eyes but feared the man
staring blankly at me now had taken away my father forever.
Streaks of silver lined his hair like guitar strings on black velvet, they were
strangely out of place.
I wanted to scream, punch someone, throw something, angry at the nine years
I had been away...hidden in my perfect bubble life...while my father's slowly went
down the gutter.
The only feeling we seemed to share now was numb as we sat silently staring
at the crack across the ceiling, his calloused hand on my shoulder, fingers tangled
the curls of my hair, while he tried to remember the melody to a long forgotten
lullaby...
Author notes
used words from word bank: water-colour, breath, cigarette, hotel,flat, lullaby, blue, crack, silver, numb, bubble, nine, gutter, curl, string, penetrate
A contest entry
- the way we fall. by aanika.
990 points, ended November 24, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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i loved the way you used the wordbank.
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sad
but life is not fair and then sometimes you get back what you put into it. Alchol does take a toll on the ones that use it untill it uses them up! I got your back Sis. If you need a sholder....Bubba
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SO SAD!!!!
It is so sad that sometimes children separate themselves from their parents as they grow up and leave home, when they come together later they find so much has changed and why didn't they stay in touch.
A lovely write!
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This is a marvelous tale. Very descriptive and emotional. I like that it leaves a bit of mystery for the reader to want more. I know I wanted to keep reading! Will there be a part two? Excellent job!!!
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