The Everlasting Image

I stood watching you leave with my nose pressed against the window.

You paused at the end of the drive to light your cigarette.

My childhood eyes saw an unforgettable image – my elegant father silhouetted under the streetlight.

By me; 7/04/14, charcoal.

 

“Jenifer!” Mother screamed.

A glass smashed.

Ruefully, I left you. She needs me.

 

This was an entry to the weekly writing challenge: A story in fifty words.