Down the memory lane

Photo prompt copyright: J Hardy Carroll
“Daddy!”, I used to scream with joy and rush to the door when he came back from work. On the days when he was late, I would be sad and there
were times when I even cried. But a tight hug from him would make everything
alright.
“Daddy!”, I wish I could scream as I stood beside his
grave. Though it had been years since he was gone, the void that his loss had created
could never be filled. Tears kept streaming down my face as the memories came
flooding by. But there was none to wipe away the tears.
Word count: 100

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22 Comments Add yours

  1. Debbie D. says:

    Sad story, but told well with only 100 words. May your fond memories sustain you.

  2. Heartbreaking Reema! Nicely done.

  3. Too poignant for sure. . wonderfully told micro fiction !!!

  4. Aditi says:

    Heartbreaking this one!

    1. reemwrites says:

      Life has its share of sad tales, doesn't it?

  5. Vinay Leo R. says:

    Very sad tale. 🙁 He's there near, trying to wipe the tears I think. Just, it takes longer than before that's all.

    Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason

  6. liz young says:

    I know how you feel – I lost my father 20 years ago and still miss him.

    1. reemwrites says:

      Yeah it is impossible not to miss!

  7. Ga H says:

    Very sad, but also beautiful. The love shines through.

  8. Dear Reema,

    Sweet and achingly sad.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    1. reemwrites says:

      Thank you for the comment Rochelle 🙂

  9. Alok singhal says:

    So sad, but elegantly written.

  10. Mick Lively says:

    Very sad.
    Good piece.

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