I wonder if I’ll recognise him.
It was 20 years ago. Went off with the barmaid from the Red Lion. Or at least that’s what Aunty Sue said.
I just remember how much I missed my dad. In the midst of all the anger and shouting, I simply cried.
Then I spot him. Coming towards me. He’s just as I remember him. Older but still that sparkle in his eyes.
I smile but he doesn’t notice.
Then someone shouts ‘Daddy’ and runs towards him. He hurries past me.
Then the tears start. Just as they had all those years ago.
100-wordstoryfor this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.
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