santa’s second version is my suit. (sunday photo fiction).

135 12 December 20th 2015
If a meeting between three estranged persons is to be filled with plans and whereabouts, then what I have today is not a reunion – it is the funny bone of fate.

The thought of a growing fetus inside her womb scared me. After I packed my bags and left her alone in our rented apartment, I flew to another state and started a new life. Never did I know that the vacuous spines of my lungs would linger. For years, I worked for money until I had a satisfying amount – enough to track her down.

She is a grade school teacher – she has finally reached her dream job. Today, I found out, is her PTA Christmas Party, and I have surprised her with my Santa suit. There is the recognition in her eyes that I die for – I promise not to leave again.

A small figure ascends behind her legs – my daughter. As I kneel and open my arms, though, she flinches away from my gesture and clutches her mother’s skirt.

Families gawk at me as I make a fool out of myself.

If homecomings and Christmases feel as if you are neglected, then I would rather celebrate alone.

 


WORD COUNT: 199

Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

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