Home Sweet Home

Thank you Fandango for your Flash Fiction Challenge.

Daddy promised he would be home today, in his lorry. He promised me he would bring me a dolly all the way from Paris. Yet, I watch the fog drift in from the east, and see nothing but the bridge meander into the distance.

I sit here, wait, and hope Mummy is wrong – she says he has tried his best, but it isn’t safe to drive today. Perhaps, if I go to bed, he will be here in the morning, but not even the heaviness of my eyes will give me any reason to sleep.

Nothing is moving outside anymore. All the cars, sleeping on the ferry, have passed my window. A horn beeps outside, and the ferry is on its way back to the mainland. Maybe my daddy is nearby, his bright blue lorry winding around the bend.

If I go to sleep now, then I will miss him.