By Patti Rossiter
“Hon, put that paper away and come sit. The ball is about to drop.” Eva fills two champagne flutes.
Charlie relives that New Year’s Eve long ago.
The bitter words.
The clenched fists.
The acrid tide of whiskeyed bile rising up into his throat.
Words and reactions he was unable to take back.
The decision to push his daughter out into the wintry abyss, and lock the door behind her.
Another new year for Charlie. Another 365 days of remorse.
He looks down at the yellowed newspaper headline through weathered, vacant eyes…
GIRL KILLED BY SNOWPLOW IDENTIFIED AS LOCAL PREGNANT TEEN
Chilling ?
Chilling ?
Very sad. A moment relived.
Thanks Suzanne!
This one hurts, but well written
Thanks Faith, appreciate your comments!