August drabbles - 12
Guardian Angel (3 – Baby Steps)
The car drew up. “Hi Dad.” Such a pretty young woman was taking his arm. “Come on,” the pretty young woman said. “We’re going home. You’re okay now.” But he didn’t feel okay.
“Who?” he asked.
“I’m your daughter, Sally.” So he tried to put memory to the name. “Here we go. Baby steps.”
One foot moved out in front of the other, pulling his body forwards towards a car door. He remembered you have to bend to sit down. Baby steps, like a children’s game.
“Emily?” he asked.
“No, Sally.”
“Where are the children?”
“Let’s get you home Dad.”
The car drew up. “Hi Dad.” Such a pretty young woman was taking his arm. “Come on,” the pretty young woman said. “We’re going home. You’re okay now.” But he didn’t feel okay.
“Who?” he asked.
“I’m your daughter, Sally.” So he tried to put memory to the name. “Here we go. Baby steps.”
One foot moved out in front of the other, pulling his body forwards towards a car door. He remembered you have to bend to sit down. Baby steps, like a children’s game.
“Emily?” he asked.
“No, Sally.”
“Where are the children?”
“Let’s get you home Dad.”
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