“Did Dad see the end of the game before he was called away?” I asked the question, but in my heart I knew the answer. I had carefully scanned the bleachers every time the coach sat me out for a minute or two; I had not seen Dad the entire night.
“He wasn’t able to get away from work tonight.” Mom said.
I loved Mom. No sugar-coating of things. Mom never lied to me. I could depend on her.
“Coach is naming me MVP for the team,” I whispered. “Will Dad make the ceremony?”
I already knew the answer.
Written for Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge: Requirements: 99 words and the topic “Write a story to reveal a characters symptoms. It can be something the character is oblivious to, or terrified about.”
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What a disappointment. Some dads push their kids to the point of frustration, others with self-motivated kids don’t pay attention enough. Which is worse? Enjoyed your flash-in-the-pan. Judy
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Thanks.
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Such a difficult issue — absentee fathers. On one hand, they are making a living, on the other they are missing out! Well written.
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What a sad story, Roger. The support, encouragement and approval of parents is something we all crave. Unfortunately the situation you have described is all to common for many. Well told.
BTW I wondered if you are on Twitter. When I tweeted your post it was sent via @WordPress.com – if you are on Twitter it may be better sent with your handle. Just a thought. 🙂
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I’m not on Twitter. not very techie yet?
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That’s okay. All in one’s own good time. And choice. 🙂
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