LearningThe house was quiet. That was never a good sign.Learning1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Henry went looking for his mischeveous child and found her laying on the floor in his study, drawing pictures. Abe was looking at the box he had left out. "I can't believe you kept these."
"Of course I kept them." Henry said. He leaned close and whispered. "I am your father after all!"
Abraham chuckled. "Well I'd better go start dinner. Any requests?"
"Fish?" Wrenna asked, looking up.
"I do have some salmon I have to use up..."
"Yay! Best fish!" Wrenna said.
HEnry and Abraham looked at eachother, shaking their heads. Well, she did love salmon.
"Better be careful, or you'll turn into one!"
"Daddy color with me!"
Henry got down on his belly next to his daughter, grabbed a piece of paper, and grinned. He had an idea. He pressed the red crayon hard into the paper, and when he was done he put his daughter into his lap.
He helped her run her hand over the waxy crayon.
"What is it?"
"That shape is called a heart."
He drew more shapes on
Past and Present"DADDY! LOOKIT WHAT I MADE!"Past and Present2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What did you make baby?"
"Its a beach!" his four year old said.
Construction paper made the water, and there was even sand glued on the paper to represent the beach. And a lone yellow circle for the sun. He saw that someone had helped Wrenna put her name on it and beside it it said, age 5.
"This is beautiful. Help me put it on the fridge?"
Later that night, after Wrenna was in bed, Henry went into his study and pulled out a box. He opened it almost reverently and pulled out one of the papers. It was a picture of a family. A mother, a father, and a little boy. It was labeled Abraham, age 5.
He chuckled lightly. Some things didn't change.