Lila
“You never loved me?” It was more realization than question.
“You’re nothin’,” Lila spat through her cigarette smoke. “Like your father,” she muttered and took another drag, her too-red lipstick leaving its stain on the butt.
He hated her. Hated her cheap clothes and frowsy hair, her bra straps sticking out of blouses forever unbuttoned and sliding off her shoulders. Mothers should be different than this, he knew.
“Nobody’s ever gonna love you that way, Sugar.” The mocking term of endearment stung. “That trash happens only in stories.”
But that doesn’t mean I can’t write my own, Jack thought.
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Written in response to the December 14 Flash Fiction Challenge at Carrot Ranch Communications.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the phrase “only in…” It can be used to tell a story about a profession, a place or situation. Go were the prompt leads you.
What I like about your flash is how I feel like I came upon the conversation, it says so much about what life has been like for Jack. And his resiliency. I think I “stumbled” you, too and if I did it was my first time!
Cool. I love that reaction, Charli.
Stumbling…yay for you! I tried StumbleUpon and gave up. Too much social media hurts my head. I may go back. We’ll see.