Photo prompt courtsey of Dale Rogerson
I could hear them coming.
I knew what awaited me, my fate had been cast in stone many moons ago.
They would question me, prod at me endlessly.
Even though we had gone through this ritual multiple times. I never knew what to expect.
They attempted to creep up on me, as though this gave them the advantage.
They needn’t bother with the subtility, for they failed woefully at it. They could not sneak up on stale cheese even if they tried.
I waited in trepidation; my reprieve was over.
“Hi dad,” They both shrieked.
Work was over, life continued.
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