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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.

Mike Jackson

100-wordstoryfor this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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