(As ever, for Charlie and Cryssa)---------------------------------
Daddy rolled his eyes when he
saw his little girl piling clouds
like potatoes on his plate. Higher
and higher the towers went until
the touched Heaven's ceiling; the
tops spread out in anviled beauty
in the last light of sunset. She had
always had a flair for the dramatic
--- she got that from her mother,
as well as her purple velvet eyes.
She hummed as she worked, a
study in concentration: she wanted
it to be perfect, since she ruined
Father's Day: she still felt bad
about getting the car stuck in four
tornado holes. She'd already
made pea soup and the meatloaf
was just about done. Clouds would
be a wonderful side dish. There!
Finished! She turned around, and
there he was, tears running down
his face. She never loved him more
than she did at that moment --- she
gave him a hug that lasted forever
and then said, "I'm starving, let's eat!"
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman.
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