With grim satisfaction I received the news.
At last we were free.
No more dancing to your tune. No more “yes sir, no sir, anything you say, sir!” No more running for cover. No stiff upper lip while you bullied and pummeled.
You told everyone your boys were the toughest, the best. Fights were won in the schoolyard, or at home we’d face your fists. Excuses were for sissies.
Such a little man; what made us think you a giant?
When I heard you had died, I felt liberated! Happy!
And then I cried.
You’re still here, damn you.
© 2015 All Rights Reserved Kate Loveton, Odyssey of a Novice Writer
Note: This story is written in response to the “100 Word Challenge for Grown-Ups” at Julia’s Place. This week’s challenge is to write a 100 word story utilizing the phrase “at last we were free.” You can find the challenge here.