THE MOVING DAY
Her father stands on the lawn, extending his arm. He waves good-bye to her as she walks to the brown Bronco with a cell phone glued to her ear. As she gets into the passenger side, he says, "Bye, Jen." His arm stays up, fingers out, expecting some sort of acknowledgement.
The Bronco pulls away fast. His arm stays up long after the car is down the road. The morning sun goes behind a cloud and he’s still there with his arm out. The fingers close slowly and scratch his palm. Eventually, long after the cloud passes, he drops his arm and stares down the road for another ten minutes.
The U-Haul on the lawn is only half full. No one showed up to help except for her.
There was no way she would stay and he knows this. But he held out a little hope that she would say good-bye, just this once.
-SLL
posted by Fearthe-H at
5:07 AM
1 Comments:
This short story, "Moving Day" was, up until it's first appearance, Mr. Landman's most haunting entry in the Fear the H! project. The quiet grace exudes brutal touches of minimalism and the simple details (a scratch of a palm, a half filled U-Haul) remain terrifically heartbreaking. It was after this post, however, that rumors of Mr. Landman's mounting insanity began to flourish as the "SLL" posts became more and more disturbing...
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