Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in around 200 words.
© A Mixed Bag
He could just make out the roof of the house, the stark white of the barn, the lighthouse beyond. If he could see them, they could see them, but would they?
“Daddy?” Strawberry blonde curls tangling in the wind.
“Yes?” He looked down.
“When is Mommy coming back?”
God, it broke his heart. “Never, baby.”
She started to cry and he knelt, folding her into his arms.
“I’m not going to leave you, Baby. Never, never, ever.”
“Ever?” asked her tiny tear-filled voice.
“Never,” he promised, knowing he was lying, but lying had become his life. How else could he keep her safe, keep his promise?
He rose, holding her in his arms, walking back along the trail which led, eventually, to the house. Hopefully, a safe house, at least for the time.
What do you want for dinner?”
He laughed. “Then chocolate chip pancakes it is.”
“Stuffed full,” he replied, hiding his own tears.
“I love you, Daddy.”
A hesitation. A catch. “I love you, too, baby. I love you, too.”