“Papa, why do you have so much junk around here? I can hardly enter the house.” I said as I pushed a statue aside and leaped over a pile of wooden planks.
“These aren’t my junk, my darling. They’re your mother’s. I’m just trying to clean it all up now that she’s…you know.” Papa sniffled just like he had for the past three months every time he mentioned my mother. I don’t blame him yet I don’t understand why he didn’t go after her, win her back, be the bigger man instead of just wander about the house moping.
Sympathetically, I patted him on the back. “It’s okay, papa. Here, let me help you clean all this out so this house can be cleaned of her memories.” Slowly, Papa nodded. “All right, now, let’s start by taking this elephant statue to the dumpster where it belongs.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.