“That’s your daddy, little man!”
My mom-heart swells when the eyes of my four-year old sparked in delight as he watched his father fly the red helicopter for the first time. From playing toy planes, now my beloved husband is flying his real one.
“Let’s go, Momma! Come on!!!” he giddily say as he pulled me towards our condo’s door where we gaze at the lovely, exciting scene.
“Not yet love, it’s not safe—.”
A loud ear-shattering blast. We looked up.
My son’s delighted eyes turned to widely horrified.
“No. No. It’s not your daddy. It cannot. I cannot be.”
Word count: 100
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In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) August 30, 2016.
- a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
- each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
- no serial (continuation) stories
- include a pingback to the challenge post
Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy!