I felt better in the anonymity of the shadows.
It wasn’t cold but an unexpected shiver disrupted my thoughts.
I was getting too old for these late night excursions.
I looked up to the three bright lights above for inspiration.
Musketeers, Wise Men or Tenors?
Was that my tummy rumbling? I must be hungry.
I should go home, but first I must finish … what … I don’t know.
A woman with an interesting face appeared out of the shadows.
She seemed familiar. I think I’ve met her before.
“Dad, are you alright?”
Of course I was fine. What was this woman thinking?
“Dad, it’s Mary.”
She seemed to know me anyway.
Why did she think I was her Dad?
She took my hand, and I felt its warmth.
She gazed deep into my eyes and smiled.
“Come on Dad, let’s go home.”
It felt good to stop thinking.
I gripped her hand tight and followed.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a great weekly Flash Fiction challenge that I’m always happy to participate in.