The scruffy young panhandler sat on the busy sidewalk suckling a fractious infant. When I dropped a coin in her pot, the baby reached for my fingers. Distracted by the tiny hand and abandoned breast, I lingered for a moment too long.
“Alan?” she said as I tried to leave.
Alan Kemister is a retired scientist experimenting with more fictitious writing. See the gory details at alankemisterauthor.wordpress.com.
Beautifully told with a lovely finish. Makes you wonder what next? Great stuff
Based on the tags he chose to attach to this story our esteemed editor assumed Alan was the father. I had another idea I might try to develop.
You’re right; I was assuming that my own interpretation was correct, but of course the beauty of microfiction is that it is so often open to interpretation! So you should definitely interpret it your own way and see where that brings you. :)
A much merited story of the week. Well done Alan!
Thanks. I’ve just joined this group and am really impressed by the positive response my first effort has received from you and others.