My father looked up at me,
pulled me into his arms and whispered,
"I still owe you some ice cream."
He got up from the table,
straddled down the hall, and
before we could turn around, I heard the sound
we link to him the most... the door
slowly closing behind him.
Charlotte sat there twiddling her
thumbs and biting her lower lip.
We were going to be on our
own from now on.
"Don't worry lil bit, we'll
get by.


~~
Exhale.

I think this is my favorite piece of your writing. You invoked many emotions, memories, and feelings, that allow this piece, to be a lasting impression. I am left, in thought, as it is difficult to juggle every thought and emotion you presented. The scene's were very visual and full of color, light, and sound. I see the story through the eyes of a young child and I understand why some parts are written as they are. I loved the small pieces of this story, such as the short references, or the small descriptions of everyday things, that we do not really notice or pay any mind to. I thought it was brilliant, and I was wondering if you could post another series. ;)

Thank you Tremaine, this was a great read.

Peace.