A Reluctant Return
“Mummy, can I ride the train? Please?”
Julia had once sworn she’d never return to the fair – there were too many unpleasant memories. She should’ve known that promise couldn’t last. The minute he’d spotted the rides, heard the blaring music, Timmy had begun asking to go.
“Of course you can, sweetie.”
She couldn’t refuse him anything. Unlike her own father.
Her father had disapproved of her relationship with Connor, had forbade her from leaving with him. She thought she’d known what she wanted.
Now Connor was long gone and the only good thing he’d left her was her son. Timmy’s shrieks of joy as he rode the train began to ease the pain and resentment in her heart.
She did have good memories of the fair too…
Her eyes trailed to the tent within which her father would be performing. His setup might have changed over the years but she’d know the design of his clown face anywhere.
Maybe it was time Timmy met his grandfather. Maybe it was time for her to come home.
Word Count: 175
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