thursday, 100 words -second chance
It’s the middle of the God damn night.
… okay, it’s 10am, but it feels like the middle of the night to you, and someone’s at your door. Shuffling across the room, in amongst a maze of brown moving boxes, you know who it is before you even swing the locks.
“Dad?” Why’s it that you somehow feel him before you see him?
“Max,” lurking in the doorway, filling your space. “… are you moving?”
“Nah, she’s moving in.”
“I came by … I forgot to ask, when’s the wedding?”
“June.”
“Maybe I’ll be in New York.”
Maybe he will.
… okay, it’s 10am, but it feels like the middle of the night to you, and someone’s at your door. Shuffling across the room, in amongst a maze of brown moving boxes, you know who it is before you even swing the locks.
“Dad?” Why’s it that you somehow feel him before you see him?
“Max,” lurking in the doorway, filling your space. “… are you moving?”
“Nah, she’s moving in.”
“I came by … I forgot to ask, when’s the wedding?”
“June.”
“Maybe I’ll be in New York.”
Maybe he will.