MEMORIAL
I was fourteen, running away from my
stepfather, ducked in here out of the rain and practically fell over Mike. He
gave me one of his coats.
It was our home for months till they
caught me shoplifting and put me in care, but then the social worker tried it
on so I came back to Mike.
Five years we had before his cough
turned worse. I got us into a shelter but it was too late.
The Social cremated him and gave me
his ashes. That’s his grave there – the only dad I ever had worth the name.
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Oh, that's so sad, Lizy.
ReplyDeleteSad, but at least someone loved her.
DeleteI liked the minimalism of "his cough turned worse". We both saw a similar story in the prompt
ReplyDeleteThanks you Neil - we did, didn't we!
DeleteAnd of course, how will he survive now without him? Touching story of friendship Liz.
ReplyDeleteYou took me aback there, Iain, seeing my character as a boy, but I accept that it works with either gender.
DeleteOh this was so heart wrenchingly sad. Beautifully done, Lizy.
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Thanks Susan - your story made me laugh!
DeleteSo very sad. Even when things seem to get better, they can get worse.
ReplyDeleteI think she'll be lost without her 'dad'.
DeleteWhat a tragic life. Well portrayed.
ReplyDeleteThanks Clare.
DeleteA sorrowful story indeed. Hopefully this will be the turning point.
ReplyDeleteClick to read my FriFic tale!
It could be, depending on strength of character.
Deletei could feel the raw emotions. great writing as usual.
ReplyDeleteThanks plaridel
DeleteI'm hoping the child is old enough to make in on their own now...
ReplyDeleteNineteen, and a survivor - she should make it.
DeleteReally touching story. Hapless girl who had one good person in her life, he is also no more.
ReplyDeleteThank you for commenting, Abhijit
DeleteVery strongly conveyed, I enjoyed this
ReplyDeleteThanks Michael
DeleteA tough life but with someone who cared for them for a while anyway. Very sad.
ReplyDeleteHopefully the memory of him will sustain hwr.
ReplyDeleteExcellent, although very sad, piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Patsy.
ReplyDeleteA great little tale, heart warming in many ways despite the sad ending.
ReplyDeleteSad story, well crafted, Jilly, Sugar on the Bee.
ReplyDeleteA very sad tale. I guess at least she had MIke to care for her until she could care for herself. Well-done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Brenda.
DeleteSuch a devastating tale, but maybe five years with such a father makes all the difference.
ReplyDeleteIt must have made some difference. She wanted to mark his grave.
DeleteSad story. Really makes you think about the good and the bad people out there and how the lines are so blurry.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dawn - I agree with you about the blurred lines.
DeleteSuch a hard life it is for some. So sad.
ReplyDeleteLet's hope she rises above her bad start.
Deletesad, but keeps happening, again and again
ReplyDeleteSo it does.
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad story. Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS I'm looking forward to reading Wolf Pack.
Thanks Rochelle - I am looking forward to getting Wolf Pack in print!
DeleteSo sad. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lisa .
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