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“Where’s Daddy going?”

“Quiet. Mommy’s busy.” The harsh rake of a metal zipper closing. The girl carefully lays her bear on the bed covers, then picks him up again.

“When will he be back?”

“When he’s finished.”

“Finished what?”

“Finished doing what he’s doing.”

“What is he doing?” Her mother pulls the curtains, shutting out the dull, feeble light of the muted sun.

“So many damn questions.” The squeak of the springs as she lifts the heavy suitcase off of the sagging mattress.

“Will he be back for my birthday?” The timid voice questions.


“No? But he said he would get me a bike, a blue one, we saw it in the window and he said I could have it for my birthd-”

“No. He won’t be back for your birthday.”

“I’m getting old, aren’t I mommy?” she asks proudly.

“Old? Hell, you’re only six.” A raspy laugh, a smoker’s laugh.

“Seven. Is that old? Are you old?”

“I’m old. I’m real old.” She places her hand in the small of her back and grimaces.

“How old?”

“Too old.”

“How old is too old?”

“Listen, will you just shut your mouth? I’ve got a headache.”

“Sorry.” She gazes at the floor, at the shiny Mary-Janes that are too small on her feet. “When will Daddy come home?”

“I told you, he’ll come home when he’s done. He’ll come home when he’s served his time at the penitentiary.”

“Serving? Like Cinderella?” That raspy laugh again.

“Yeah, Cinderdaddy and his singing mice.”

“Will there be mice?”

“No. No mice.”

“Oh. What’s a pentilenchery?”

“Penitentiary. It’s a jail, kid.”

“Jail? Why is he going there?”

“Why do I even send you to school?” she is quiet for a moment. A windchime sends its empty, lonely call through the morning’s thin air. “He’s going there because he did something against the law.”

“What? What did he do?”

“Too many questions.” The girl is silent, waiting. “He had weed in his car. And he was smoking it while he was driving.”

“Weeds? Like dandelions?”

“Too many questions,” she repeats. Taking the girl’s hand, she opens the door and hauls her through. “Can’t you go anywhere without that stupid bear?”

“Kitty?” The girl asks, surprised.

“Yeah, your bear. You’re so stupid you even named it after the wrong animal.” That laugh, like sandpaper.

“Kitty would be lonely without me.”

She shrugs, looking disgusted. “Run on out to the car. Mommy’s gonna lock the house.” Her feet crunch on the gravel, and Kitty dangles from her hand by one leg, swinging back and forth.

The air is cool and the wind whips the dead leaves into a frenzied dance. She looks up at the sky. It is the color of dishwater, and she can’t see the sun.

The engine turns over a few times before the car finally starts, giving a roar like some prehistoric beast.

“Where’s the chenipentally?”


“The jail, where Daddy is.”

“Oh, the penitentiary. It’s up in Springfield.”

“Far away?”

“About a half an hour.”

“Will we visit him?”

“Visit him? If you want to drive.” The girl looks puzzled by this.

“Can I?” She asks doubtfully.

“No! You're only six.”

“Oh,” she says, not bothering to correct her. She presses her face against the window, and it fogs up with her breath. She draws an awkward little heart with her stubby forefinger in the mist. The sky is a sheet of gray, unbroken clouds.

“Mommy, where’s the sun?” Her mother laughs. Krckack, krckack, krckack, wheeze.

“Honey, I haven’t seen it for fifteen years.”
jus a lil story. .__.

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Oreo411 Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
It's really sweet and sad at the same time! I love it!! :'D
oncelerluver Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2012  Student Artist
wow thats amazing i could never write like that.
Daphneeeee Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
woahh that's so beautiful and sad at the same time!i can totally picture every seen as it happens right in front of me.also it doesn't make me tired.
krys98 Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey, I've been to Springfield (in Missouri, right?)! BTW love the story. SO SAD!
Ginnabean Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
I used "Springfield" because there's a Springfield in like...almost every state. XD I grew up in Springfield, VA. Thanks!
krys98 Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Okay, I get it! Good idea!
bee97 Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2011  Student Traditional Artist
WOW. That was.... wow.
BookWormMK Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Wow. This is fantastic I'll NEVER be able to reach this kind of emotion
Ginnabean Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Aw, don't talk like that! You can do anything you set your mind to. Except like...levitate, probably.
BookWormMK Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, levitating is easy. Writing is hard. My problem is a wierd one- words, to me, have different meanings than just words. When I think of a word it's colors and tastes and a kind of nudge, all diferent and unconnected. It's hard to write when the word happy is green and blue and orange, somewhere behind my nose and smells like kerosene.
Wow, I've never really shared this. It's nice to get it out.
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