The Fool Stood Standing
by Michael Engelby
“But honey, it’s only been a year and the doctor said…”
“That’s another reason were getting out of here for awhile. The doctors. I am sick and tired of doctors.”
“Sick and tired,” said Albert from a large stuffed chair in the corner of the bedroom.
“Yes, I suppose. But what if he…”
“Look Dad, I really need this break and I know Albert needs some time away from all the poking and probing.”
The phone was squeezed between her shoulder and ear as she continued to pack.
“Poking and probing,” said Albert.
“But he doesn’t even like cars. How in the world…”
Albert reached over to the table beside his chair. He rested his finger tips on its surface. He turned his head slowly and surveyed the items on the table’s surface. He could see the brass base of the lamp with the white shade. Next to the lamp he saw a set of keys and a handful of change. Then there were the stamps for the letters and postcards.
“He’s going to be just fine. Have some faith will you,” she said. She knew that she was gaining rapidly on being annoyed but she struggled against it. She didn’t want to leave things that way with her father. He was already worried enough...
See full story at: http://thebullykillers.com/short-stories.html
No comments:
Post a Comment