Monday, April 9, 2012
Drabble Day 17
"Thank you, Daddy!" the tiny voice exclaimed.
"You're welcome, sweetheart."
His voice was deep and rich, exactly what I'd been missing in my life. I watched them from the corner of my eye when I wasn't watching my daughter devouring the chocolate I'd bought her.
"Can I borrow a napkin?"
"Sure," I said, smiling at him.
Our fingers brushed and I looked down at the cement. Goosebumps rose up on my arms.
"Are you having a magical day?" he asked, mocking the theme park.
"I certainly am."
"My name's Peter.
"Mommy, you're not 'poseda talk to strangers."