“It was an early morning yesterday.
I was up before the dawn…”
Supertramp played quietly in the background as I stared out the kitchen window. Laura always loved this song. Tears welled in my eyes again.
“No, not again. I can’t keep doing this,” I thought bitterly.
She was gone and the only direction I was allowed to go was forward. Why is it so hard? Why even bother?
Footsteps on the stairs heralded my reason for living.
“Good morning daddy.” said Tonya sleepily.
I turned and hugged her tightly.
“Good morning baby.”
Life would be hard but I wasn’t alone.
Word Count: 101
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]