thursday, 100 words -win
This is not his house, this was her house, even though he’s the one that brought you here more than her.
Your father would dress you in hard shoes, creased pants, starched shirt. He would set you in the narrow wooden pew that his broad back and body would seem to consume and then sit in silence and still, forever it felt like in your little boy mind.
He wanted this to be his, which is why you think he stayed with her.
Light a candle for her.
Pray for bringing a new soul into the world that is bright.