THE BURGER VAN
Music was so unlikely in that dingy
street that the night ladies paused in their negotiations to gather round the
hatch.
Dale served everyone burgers and
coffee, each burger-wrap and coffee-cup printed with a girl’s face.
“My daughter,” he explained.
They curled their lips. “What did you
do to hurt her?”
He looked beyond them at the
towers of wealth. “I turned my back when she needed me most. If you meet her,
ask her to come home.”
He drove away, and the wind blew
discarded cups into a corner where a ragged bundle huddled unseen.
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I can't get excited about cities - nasty noisy rushing places that hurt my soul - so this week's flash fiction was bound to be down-beat. Thanks to https://rochellewisoff.com/ for posting the picture prompt taken by another Wisoff - read Rochelle's blog for the full story, and follow the link from there to read others.
I have been busy working on the latest draft of Wolf Pack, the next book in my series. If you haven't read Book One yet, the link to A Volcanic Race is at the top of this page.
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DeleteHow sad! If she acknowledges how much he cares, maybe she'll forgive him?
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Does she even know he's there looking for her?
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteHow very sad. Hope there's a reconciliation on the horizon.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Will she read one of his notices?
DeleteI liked this. He's trying. Probably not very effectively, but the important thing is he's trying. And that may be enough to move him on. Or, of course, it may trap him in obsession
ReplyDeleteAnd a lot of night ladies get free meals.
DeleteSuch a sad state of affairs. And may she not cut off her nose to spite her face if she does realise she is being searched for...
ReplyDeleteThere might be a reconciliation in that wind.
DeleteSo sad, but even that last line suggests the potential for a different future.
ReplyDeleteWhere there's life...
DeleteI hope she sees the effort he has gone to and makes contact with him. Well written Liz.
ReplyDeleteThanks Iain, he's doing his best, isn't he?
DeleteSuch heart break and ache!
ReplyDeleteYour 100 words posts are exquisite.
It only needs one person to recognise her. A poignant tale indeed Liz.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to Keith's Ramblings!
One is all it needs, or for her to find one of her dad's cups.
DeleteI so hope they find each other again. Very sad. Great story.
ReplyDeleteI suspect many runaways feel unloved, when that's not really the case.
ReplyDeleteYou are right, patsy, but perhaps it's the wrong kind of love.
DeleteI hope they get to meet again. Somber tale.
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Thanks for commenting, Jaya.
DeleteThat's a very hard-hitting tale. He's done the easy bit - printing the cups and wraps. He's done the hard bit - going out among the night ladies. He hasn't yet done the necessary bit, which is to go out night after night after night looking, asking, gathering information, until he finds her, or finds evidence of what has happened to her.
ReplyDeleteExcellent story, Liz. You used your dislike of the city to fuel a dense, multi-layered piece, with a wonderful contrast between the rich man and his destitute daughter, and a savage critique of the destructive lure of success.
Wow, Penny - you read so much into my 100 words - thank you!
DeleteSo sad. I know this is a real situation in many families. Lack of cummincation and understanding can lead children to mak wrong decisions and it' often too late to make amends. At least this father has realised his mistake. I hope he finds her...
ReplyDeleteI hope so too, Luccia. When my son ran away from home I did the same thing in a small way, and got him back after three days. Three very long days.
DeleteI hope they get together and mend their relationships. Nice take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteI hope so too. Thanks for visiting.
DeleteNice version of the Beatles' 'She's Leaving Home'
ReplyDeleteSo it is! Thanks iam!
DeleteSo sad. I wonder if she heard him. I wonder if she'll survive long enough to find him.
ReplyDeleteLots of possibilities for an ending.
DeleteSo sad. Well-written.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lisa.
DeleteI hope his efforts to reconnect bear fruit. :) She might find a wrap or a cup and one day decide to come out of the shadows...
ReplyDeleteShe might - perhaps even tonight.
DeleteYou have compressed a lot of hurting into one hundred words. The city has no redeeming features. I am sure this is true for many people, Jilly, Sugar on the Bee.
ReplyDeleteGlad you agree with me about cities, Jilly.
DeleteThere's hope for his redemption and their reunion. :)
ReplyDeleteHe hasn't given up hope yet. Thanks for commenting, Fatima.
DeleteThat last bit was inspired. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteI think this happens many times... and the runaway feels ashamed and know not that she would be forgiven at once.
ReplyDeleteProdigal son or daughter - the parents would kill the fatted calf in a heartbeat!
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