The Ice Cream Guilt
Was that why he left?
Today’s word is haphazard; the beginning sentence is given.
Trigger warning: child abandonment. For some, this topic might be sensitive.
When I awoke from the dream, my pillow was wet with sweat, tears, and drool. Haphazardly, I stared at the ceiling, picturing every scene. My mouth opened wide and sturdy. No words! Just the sound of my breath.
He held my hands, walked around downtown, and treated me to the best ice cream before he left. Yes! He abandoned me with the exquisite taste of cold, sweet, minty ice cream.
How do I end this story?
How do I hope the dream stops?
It’s frightening being abandoned once, but it’s downright dismissive being abandoned repeatedly. Don’t you know that, God?
Thank you, Nancy Oglesby, for a wonderful inspiration.
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