Wednesday, October 26, 2011

KekahJ Week 75: Strangers


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KekahJ's Choice: Both



He sat smoothing his hands over the orange fabric that covered his thighs as he waited, the chains that bound his wrists making a soft clinking sound. He took a deep breath and released it in a sudden puff as she finally walked through the door. He smiled at her, but it was the bronze haired boy she carried on her hip that really made him grin.

“Hi,” he said softly as she sat down, setting the little boy down on the bench next to her.

“Hi,” she answered, her voice distracted as she dug around in the diaper bag.

“How have you been? I’ve missed you,” he said, trying to catch her eye. The baby started to whimper and he looked at the child helplessly, unsure of what to do. He stretched out his hands hesitantly, but was stopped as usual by the chains that bound his hands. He pulled them back and rubbed his wrists absentmindedly, the sting of metal at his wrists dull compared to the pain in his heart.

She sighed and plunked down a handful of brightly colored Legos in front of the boy who immediately squealed, clapped his hands, and snatched a couple of them up in his chubby fists. She smiled at him and kissed the top of his head as she ruffled his hair. The boy grinned up at his mother.

He sighed, his heart heavy. How easy it was for her to appease the child. This boy, his own flesh and blood, was practically a stranger to him. He had no idea how to soothe him, how to make him smile, or even what his favorite toys were.

Three years was a long time.


Alby Mangroves said...

Wow, I loved this! Great literal use of the prompts. When I saw you were using both, I had no idea how you'd do it! I would read more of this. Great story starter though it stands on its own, too. Nice!