Silence part VI of VI
That evening, Tabatha prepared a cake for her father, a gesture of tenderness and affection she never before would have thought of attempting. She waited nervously for his arrival home, anticipating his usual drunkenness.
After an eternity of waiting, the door opened and Karl walked in, surprised to see Tabatha up and about. He lowered a single bushy eyebrow in suspicion.
"Hi, Daddy," she choked out, the term of endearment strange and foreign on her lips. "I made you a chocolate cake."
"What do you want?" he barked.
"I just want to talk... about Mom and Kylie," Tabatha said, lowering her eyes in an attempt to appear submissive.
Unexpectedly, Karl did not lash out at the mention of his lost wife and daughter. Instead, he stood for a long while, regarding Tabatha's frail body and weak, unconfident look. Tears came to his eyes, he turned red, and he sat down with his head in his hands.
His emotional response scared Tabatha with its awkwardness at the same time that it gave her hope that he was still a normal, vulnerable, and most of all, human creature. She sat down, cake forgotten, waiting for him to speak. She was confident that this, finally, after 14 years of silence, would be the time Karl Burga would open his heart to his youngest daughter.
After an eternity of waiting, the door opened and Karl walked in, surprised to see Tabatha up and about. He lowered a single bushy eyebrow in suspicion.
"Hi, Daddy," she choked out, the term of endearment strange and foreign on her lips. "I made you a chocolate cake."
"What do you want?" he barked.
"I just want to talk... about Mom and Kylie," Tabatha said, lowering her eyes in an attempt to appear submissive.
Unexpectedly, Karl did not lash out at the mention of his lost wife and daughter. Instead, he stood for a long while, regarding Tabatha's frail body and weak, unconfident look. Tears came to his eyes, he turned red, and he sat down with his head in his hands.
His emotional response scared Tabatha with its awkwardness at the same time that it gave her hope that he was still a normal, vulnerable, and most of all, human creature. She sat down, cake forgotten, waiting for him to speak. She was confident that this, finally, after 14 years of silence, would be the time Karl Burga would open his heart to his youngest daughter.
posted by xtraplanetary at 10:41 PM
3 Comments:
You ended the first sentence with a preposition! Oh well, finally, it ends, I will soon read it in its entirety...not now because I'm tired. I kinda wish the blue orb came back....now you shall put up more stuff that you have done!
Okay, I fixed it. I forgot that rule! Meep! Well, I didn't like the ending either. DEUS EX MACHINA! (to the max.) I hate it, hate it, hate it. I could rewrite it at some point but... well I don't think I have the initiative. Ha.
Maybe, until then, put up other stuff! Stuff that no one has heard!
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