This flash fiction story was written for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly prompt provided by Rochelle on her blog, Addicted to Purple. We get a photo for inspiration and no more than 100 words to tell a story. Be sure to visit Rochelle’s blog to take a worthwhile look into her world! Also, if you’d like to read more responses to this prompt, or if you’d like to add your own, click on the blue frog below.
That morning, I saw the birds on the wire and knew they’d seen what I’d missed: my father’s disappearance.
I used to imagine someone kidnapped him, and he’d escape and return…or I’d rescue him. Now, I know he must’ve willingly walked into the foggy ether. Did he look back? Probably. Most people would. But it doesn’t count unless you go back.
He’s in the waiting room now, to interview for a job. Will he recognize me?
In the end, I hire him. He thanks me.
I’m a masochist. Or a sadomasochist. We’ll both pay for what we’ve done.