She stared towards the shining sun.
Sipping on a large iced coffee.
Heat burning into her tanned skin.
Sunscreen scent drifted through the air.
She heard splashing in the pool.
Summer had made its grand arrival.
Since six on the sixth is six six-word stories on the sixth of each month and June is the sixth month of the year (that’s a mouthful…), I decided to do a two-for-one deal today.
One for Mystery Month and one for all the fathers out there. Enjoy.
We played catch in the yard.
He taught me to play golf.
We always wrestled with my sisters.
He’d attempt to help with homework.
“Go ask your mother,” he’d say.
My one and only: my father.
The murder was shy and subtle.
There were no witnesses to talk.
There were no suspects to blame.
Questions were asked, answers never found.
Officers, detectives left dazed and confused.
In the end, hurt victims remained.
Driving to activities and friends’ houses.
Helping with homework late at night.
Listening to problems and giving advice.
Kissing every physical and emotional bruise.
Supporting me in everything I do.
That’s why my mom is best.
Winter Has Gone
The frost shakes off the trees.
Rain drips off the trees’ leaves.
Grass is growing and flowers bloom.
Sit outside, listen to birds sing.
Breathe in the warm fresh air.
Spring Has Come
The color green has come again.
“Wear your lucky shirt,” they said.
I agreed, excited to wear it.
I stood before the slot machine.
I was confident. I was energized.
I pulled the lever and frowned.
I had run out of luck.