Momma wanted a family picnic every Sunday after church. Even though Daddy hated them. He always stood off to the side at them. But every Sunday after church, Daddy drove us someplace different in the countryside. Momma sat with us and we gossiped about who was dating whom, who was going to marry whom and who slept with whom.
Poor Daddy endured it all. We and Momma knew he loved us and would do everything he could to make us happy, but we all knew the one thing he’d asked for that God hadn’t given him.
This is my winning entry into Week 7 of the Shenandoah Valley Writers Flash! Friday challenge. Please, go visit the site, and read all the great entries in Week 7 of the challenge. They were all good.