After a minor delay of only a couple of months, I can finally post this little piece of work. Even though I did write it in February, it took me until today to gather all my strength to finalize it. You know, writing a story can be so easy, the hard part is editing. Again I had help in the form of feedback provided by my lovely writers group. Please check out Jack’s and MT’s monthly flash fiction (click on the names to follow the links). And please find mine below. Enjoy!
Flash Fiction #02: F for Fedora
He would’ve wanted me to have it
I storm inside once the door opens.
“Where is it?”
My sister raises an eyebrow at me, softly closing the front door again. “Will you stop yelling? The kids are asleep.” She talks in the same hushed voice she’s adopted ever since the birth of her twins.
It drives me nuts. Even more so now. My hands clutch the handle of my bag. “Where is it?” I ask, my voice trembling. I don’t allow the tears to flow.
“Dana, what are you talking about?” My sister has one hand on her hip, her eyes judging me as they have had for years.
I grit my teeth. “His hat,” I say. “H-He would’ve wanted me to have it.”
My sister sighs and vanishes down the hall. When she returns she’s holding an old, tattered fedora.
Even among a thousand hats like that one, I would recognize my father’s. Nothing’s more familiar to me than all the stitches on that hat trying to hold it together.
“I just don’t get why you would make such a fuss about a dusty hat!” My sister hands it to me and I clutch it to my chest.
I cradle the hat like a baby. It still smells like him, musky and warm.
“You never understood.” I shoot my sister one last glare. Then I open the front door myself, step out and shut it with a bang.
Upstairs, the babies start crying.