Secret Child (flash fiction)

She could hear the blood pounding in her ears. Her vision went black for a couple of beats, and she felt like she was going to pass out.  The world tilted and she thought she might slide off.  He was a bit bow-backed now, but it was surely him, walking with a boy she didn’t recognize.  

Laura was sitting in the quad with her guitar, a notebook, and a copy of Siddhartha at the ready for when she ran out of songwriting ideas.  She had packed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, an apple, and some of the oatmeal raisin cookies she loved from The Creamery. She was about to dig in when she saw them.

Laura had watched her father from afar all of her life, and she could always pick him out of a crowd.  It didn’t hurt that he was taller than almost everyone, and bone thin.  The boy was also built like a reed, but he was graceful in his movements, unlike Laura’s father who had always been a bit stumbling. 

She grew up knowing that her father had a real family.  She grew up knowing that she had a half brother and a half sister, but she had never seen them.  She was the secret child.  She was the one he came to see but never took home.  Laura knew she had siblings, but as far as she knew, they still didn’t know about her. 

Laura slammed the door on her dad in junior high.  She told him that she hated him for being ashamed of her.  She told him that he was a coward.  She told him she was going to show up at his door and introduce herself to his family during Thanksgiving dinner.  She said she would bring a pie, and either he could invite her in, and welcome her as part of his family, or he could wear it!  They each did their share of screaming, and in the end Laura didn’t make good on her threat, and she never saw him again, until now…
 

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  • harry

    harry today, the clouds

    suspense! you've got me. i want more. i'm already into these characters and their character. i can relate to a bit of it, sorta. thanks for this intriguing topic, idea, story... fiction? also, Siddhartha for songwriting ideas. i like it. never thought of that...going to an inspired writer source for inspiration, ideas and the like. thanks for what you are offering to us all. i appreciate the creative distraction from my often routine routine. "o"

    suspense! you've got me. i want more. i'm already into these characters and their character. i can relate to a bit of it, sorta. thanks for this intriguing topic, idea, story... fiction? also, Siddhartha for songwriting ideas. i like it. never thought of that...going to an inspired writer source for inspiration, ideas and the like. thanks for what you are offering to us all. i appreciate the creative distraction from my often routine routine. "o"

  • Denise

    Denise

    Thanks Harry. It's funny, you are highlighting both a good idea and a missing edit. The book was for a diversion from writing, not for inspiration, although I have long been inspired by great writers, and Hermann Hesse was one of my first favorites. I have read Siddhartha many times. This story is fiction, but I always pull from my own life and from what I see around me. This may become part of the Sarah story down the line. Her story is still being revealed. Thanks for reading along, and for your kindness towards my characters. Much appreciated...

    Thanks Harry. It's funny, you are highlighting both a good idea and a missing edit. The book was for a diversion from writing, not for inspiration, although I have long been inspired by great writers, and Hermann Hesse was one of my first favorites. I have read Siddhartha many times.

    This story is fiction, but I always pull from my own life and from what I see around me. This may become part of the Sarah story down the line. Her story is still being revealed.

    Thanks for reading along, and for your kindness towards my characters.

    Much appreciated...

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