Fathers: A collection of 3 Flash Fiction Stories
By Antonio Ingram
Copyright 2016 Antonio Ingram
About the Author:
Antonio Ingram is a screenwriter who wants to inspire, captivate, and provoke thought in others. His Flash Fiction piece, "Cadillac Vision" was published by Down in the Dirt Magazine. He's currently attending Full Sail University for Creative Writing in Entertainment.
Table of Contents
1. Title Page
2. Copyright
3. Teddy
4. He Never Came
5. His Truth
Teddy
Brittney sets up her play table and tea sets. She seats her stuffed companion in front of her and takes her seat. “Good afternoon, Teddy. I hope it’s to your liking. This is the same flavor as yesterday, and the day before that.” She sips out of her cup.
“What’s that? Oh, I knew you wouldn’t mind.”
Brittney glances at the stuffed creature, full of love as it … Sits there, “Here, let me help you sip,” she says as she grabs her cup and pours it into the stitched seal of its mouth. “Oh, isn’t it so delicious? She grabs the head of the stuffed animal, nudges the head.
“You think it’s one of my best? Thank you, I think so too.” Brittney sips her cup, “Aw, I love you too. I could talk to you all day about everything and anything. And you will sit and listen.” She uses the lifeless bears paw to sip its cup.
She looks over at a picture of her father dressed in camouflage on the wall, “Just like daddy would do,” she says. “I think that’s why he asked you to watch over me.” Brittney smiles, “hey, remember that thing daddy used to do with his hand when he had that costume on?” She grabs one of the stuffed bear's paw and places it at the side of its forehead. “Yeah! Hehe. That’s what he used to do. I always thought he looked silly doing that. I forgot what he use to call it.”
“He said that you were the guardian and I was his angel?” She smiles as she wipes a tear from her eye, “He always said I was his angel. He said I kept him safe on his journeys. Daddy found you on his journey? He never told me that.” She rubs its head. “I just wish he could be here with me more. My classmates always pick on me and called my dad a ghost because they never see him,” she says as she glances down. “And then I always see everyone else going home with their daddy and mine is… Like a ghost. Maybe they’re right”
“I know he’s not a ghost.” she says. It’s… Okay, you’re right. I will never let my classmates tell me about my daddy. I promise… Yes, pinkie promise, Teddy.
The stuffed animal continues to sit in a lifeless, leaned position. “Here, have some more,” she tips the cup to the mouth of the bear again followed by her sipping. “So how did you and daddy meet?”
“He picked you out from a whole bunch of other teddies and said he knew you and me were meant to be? Wow, you really are a special. Aw, you’re so sweet. I always felt special around you and daddy.”
She pours more tea in her cup, “Daddy has been on a very, very long journey. He missed my last three birthdays. And I really want to make him proud because I know he is watching me and I want you to help me with that, Okay?”
“Really, you will be there for me as long as you live?” She says as she grabs the stuffed bear and hugs it tightly. “Thank you so much, Teddy.” She looks back over to the picture of her dad, “You too.”
He Never Came
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