Burned Shell

Burned Shell

It was the first blue sky day in what seemed like a very long time.  As the man in his thirties sat down on the bench on the porch in front of his house, he knew it was going to be a good day.  He knew that she was going to finally show up and come see him.  He could feel it in the very pit of his soul. He knew it was true. He watched as fluffy clouds slowly drifted across the sky destined to wherever they were going to.  A smile came across his face as a memory drifted into the forefront of his mind. “That one looks like a rabbit.  That one is a turkey!” Said the squeaky voice before the small child erupted into giggles. He smiles again as he remembers that perfect day with his daughter.  That was long before the fighting and the shouting, before he found himself in one his “funks”. The cold wind of fall is starting to kick up as he hears leaves rustling across his front yard.  The hair on his neck bristles with the chill.  He goes back to the warm memories of his daughter.  Her first word, her first step, the first conversation she had with him.  The smile fades as one of the last memories he has of her comes into view. “I hate you!” Snarled his teenage daughter. “Wait a second now.  There is no reason for that.” He can remember how calm he was at the time. “You don’t even realize how horrible you are!  You make our lives hell with your “funks”!  You...