flash fiction

Dicey Moment

I could not get my eyes off the parking lot as I was discussing with some of my classmates. They couldn’t understand the reason for my distraction until they saw me rush off to the car park as my dad’s car pulled in. I couldn’t wait to see what he has in store for me on this special day. He has been the only thing that mattered to me since my mum died and he has gradually graduated from being just my father to my best friend (after all I’m his only child). I get to tell him everything including the series of  the little escapades I’ve had but then, the only fear I have is losing him to someone else or something else; like death.
I jumped into the front seat of the car feeling all happy, only for my smiling face to have a twist as I saw the driver smiling at me, instead of my dad. My heart began to beat fast and I just answered his greeting with a nod. “Father, this couldn’t be happening to me again, it shouldn’t be even today and I don’t think I deserve to be punished with this blow.”
My thoughts raced back to that sad day, I remembered I ran just as I did to the parking lot today and I was surprised to see the driver. I immediately thought my mum had gone for one of her business trips and I even stopped by to get myself chocolates. I got into the house and was a bit surprised to see fleet of cars, but it didn’t really bother me because my mum was used to throwing parties, which my dad always complained about. I jumped out of the car and ran into the house only to be welcomed with mournful looks, breaking the news of the death of my mum to me. I got used to my dad since then and he made deliberate efforts to come pick me everyday in school. I remember how angry he was the day I decided to surprise him at home; i’m sure he must have been scared something could have happened to me. “Oh, how I love my dad”
The sound of the gate jerked me back to the present and my heart beat increased, in fact it was as if my heart would fall out of my chest. The driver noticed I had been acting rather strange but the look on my face didn’t even give him the confidence to ask me anything. The fleet of cars present in my compound just as it was the day my mum died pushed those tears out of my eyes but I quickly wiped it as I made up my mind to be strong, especially because I was going to be alone in the world now.
I entered the house and the noise of people shouting Happy Birthday got me off balance and I was still struggling to understand what was going on when my dad suddenly lifted me from the ground, officially welcoming me to my surprise birthday party and handing over the key to my brand new car. At that point, those tears that had been welling up in my eyes found it way out This time, it was the tears of joy.



Wura is an inquisitive and outspoken young lady who is definitely not your average, regular girl. She is a writer who likes to have fun. This is her personal space, her canvas and most interestingly, her gossip place. She's your everyday gist partner.

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