an alternative one shot that takes place in the book i am currently writing.
Category: short stories
Mother’s Day
TW: Abuse, Alcoholism Every year on Mother’s Day, Charlotte’s dad picks her up and spends the day with her. It’s a different place every year. One year they went to the park. Another to the movies. Another to the pool. Each year something different, and it was Charlotte’s favorite day of the year. Daddy…
Were you, daddy?
The first time I waited for you, I still believed that you would come. You didn’t. I sat at that window and watched every car drive down that old desolate road and was convinced that it was you because “No one drives down this road it has to be him.” It wasn’t. Blowing…