Stories tagged “Papa”

  • At The Crime Scene

    The officer flipped open his notepad. “Alright, Mr…” He paused, looking at the owner of the house. “Bear. Everyone calls me Papa.” “Mr. Bear. What time did you return home?” Papa Bear thought for a moment. R...

  • Did You Know?

    Dear Papa, We didn’t deserve that. To be treated like that. We were a family. Notice the ‘were’. You’re the one that left us. You packed your bags and never came back. You could have at least said goodbye in your note. The note ...

  • Little Thoughts

    The cold air bites at her fingers. It’s almost like Mrs. Richards’ little dog from down the lane, she thinks, because it hurts and nips at her hands and their exposed ends. She couldn’t search the snow well enough with her mittens on,...

  • Little Actions

    The light’s failing. She still keeps a lookout for a small, brown shape in the dunes of white. She remembers the feel of it between her palms, downy and warm. Papa had been smiling when he gave it to her, and the thought of going home without it is e...

  • Little Things

    She tells him about it in a quiet voice, eyes downcast. But she realizes that Papa’s listening, and that makes a bit of something unknown swell in her chest. “We could get another one, yeah?” Her mouth tightens. “The store has plenty of them.

  • Little Words

    It’s quiet. He can hear the crunch of snow as his daughter stands on one foot and then the other. He notices her red hands, and wonders how long she’s been searching. Their home isn’t far away from the schoolhouse, and he began to worry when she ...