An awkward, stilted embrace. A clumsy patting of the back. A final sticky handshake.
I stood and watched him depart into the throngs of people, then boarded.
I sat at the window smiling, thoughts centered on the complimentary drink. My pre-flight numbness faded, enabling me to savour his unspoken love.
Raymond has pieces published in 101 words and 101 fiction. He lives in Ireland.
This scenario is so reminiscent of the Ireland I remember! Very well done.
Thank you, Joan.
I like your story very much. Thank you. Tells me a lot about my father.
Glad you liked it, Gergely. Thanks.