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Spaghetti necklace love

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He rose from his throne crowned in dandruff and robed in terry towelling. Trying to adjust to first light, their delight competed with consciousness.

“Spaghetti necklace” his daughter yelled, pulling it roughly over his head.

The pasta scratched and their love did little for his tiredness. Regardless, Dad smiled at the offering for the King.

In response to the Five Sentence Fiction prompt:Offering

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Someday reign

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Somedays start with a mix of rain and squeals. Those days are long.

There’ll be unappreciated Lego, inconsistent baking, paint spills and bed sheet cubby houses that they’ll prefer destructing over constructing. There will be tears.

These days are caffeine fuelled and frustration filled. Dad tries hard but I struggle to reign with Sunday rain.

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Bliss. At least for now

stock-vector--the-hands-holding-a-newborn-baby-symbol-in-simple-lines-98594540Life held in hands. Meaning cupped in palms. Responsibility had no weight. I felt love.

The nurses fractically whirled around her as a single bead of sweat out ran the hair stuck to her forehead. A smile grew across her tired face. What began nine months ago was ending in pure joy.

Mother, Father, Parents … blissfully unaware. 55new

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Held

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She holds on because she’s told to 

and because she feels secure 

Dad holds on because he fears 

and because of his love for her 

He fears the day she says goodbye 

“I don’t need ten hugs a day” 

She doesn’t see past sundown 

He envies her in this way

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Burn

I sit idly watching the heat rise through her body. It’s 4 am and the fire has been burning throughout the night.

Attempts have been made but without sleep the resistance is fading.

Her temperature is too much,  she won’t take panadol.  Tired and emotional, I’ll watch her sleep and pray she doesn’t burn.

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Comforting pain

Looking right, my neck strains. It’s 3pm and I’m hunched over my desk

“Don’t sleep on the hardwood floors” the lingering pain reminds.

Despite this, I look at the photo frame to my right – she brings relief.

“I’m scared Daddy, can you sleep beside my bed?” It was 3am but I couldn’t say no.

Daily prompt: inanimate object 

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Desk demands

“You don’t have a choice” he said before leaving. “The report has to be done.”Desk

His manager’s demands were compounded by his responsibilities at home and the inevitable 60 hour work week.

Dan stopped and looked the framed photo on his desk. It was amazing what strength he found in his kids image alone.

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Fighting her Father’s fear

711184-father300Chilling screams, muffled whimpers then silence.

Three hours ago he was hanging his head over the car park railing.

The vomit was still on his shoes but the paralysing fear was but a memory. He held his newborn baby and was lost for words. In the first minute of her life, she had silenced fear.

The sixth and final installment of Details emerge without volume

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Dad’s knees – willing stallions

dadPlacing her foot on his like a glass slipper on waiting carriage, she climbs. The ascent is long but the carriage height makes for a marvellous journey.

She takes her seat and his knees rumble like willing stallions.  Soon her father’s heels will rise and this princess will ride, towering above her lounge room kingdom.

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Dad’s battle within

64c70c58344c11e3acac22000ab7856b_8His head felt unusually heavy, food wouldn’t stay down and his usual entertaining antics were whimsical … at best. Tears split and voices rose to match the surrounding screams.

Luke wasn’t fighting a grumpy baby or his boundary pushing toddler. He fought against his own frustrations, a battle he wishes he could win more often.

I caught myself in a mood this morning, unfortunately so did my children. Even when toast is spat on the floor and the screaming runs for hours, we must not let our frustration take hold – pour love not anger of our children.

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