Bobby poked his tiny head around the corner and saw the man with the metal fingers pointing a long silvery one at his daddy. Daddy looked pale, scared even. The man was shouting something about money and payments. Bobby didn’t understand.
“And, if you want to see your wife again…”
“Noooo…please…don’t hurt her."
“Then have the money by sun down tomorrow. You don’t want the same thing to happen to her as what happened to your son. She already hates you for that.”
The man with the metal fingers turned and walked away, chuckling. Daddy fell to his knees. Face red and wet from sobbing, he mouthed the words “I’m Sorry” under his breath.
Bobby ran toward his father and stopped abruptly. His father looked right through him.
His father stopped, chilled as if the wind had just spoken his name.
“Daddy, I know where mommy is…”
© Copyright Brian Jaime and bchrsidesigns, 2008. All Rights Reserved.
This piece of flash fiction was written because I was in a state where all I could think of was “sad ghosts”. Hmmm…