This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. We're jumping ahead a few paragraphs.
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"Come here, darlin'," she heard her father say in a gentle tone, making her pause, making her wonder who he was talking to in that sweet voice despite the deep timber of it, but at the same time, she did know. Then the blonde haired toddler, clothed in pink and yellow flower pajamas, waddled into view with her hands outstretched toward him. It was her younger self, wanting her father to hold her. He put down the microphone he'd been gripping on top of the road box–the same one that sat next to the desk in the present–and sank down on his haunches. As he gathered her into his arms and stood, his face lit up and she'd be hard pressed not to see how much he loved her.
"Give your daddy a kiss goodnight, CeeCee," she heard a woman's voice say, but she stood just out of the screen's shot, but she knew it to be her mother's voice. Cecilia had long outgrown the nickname, CeeCee–dubbed by her father–and no one called her by that name anymore.
Her younger self gave her father a slobbery kiss with a big noisy sound to go with it. Her father chuckled and kissed her cheek with the same over exaggerated sound to go with the kiss. "Love you, sweet thing," he told her younger self.
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Nothing like memories coming back to haunt you. lol
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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
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Oh, that would bring the tears for me. A great, emotional snippet!
Jessica,
Thank you. It’s what I was going for.
Aww, so sweet–what great memories for her!
Nancy,
Yes sweet but also sad too.
In a way, that scene must be hard for her to watch. I bet it summons a host of emotions.
Ed,
It is very difficult for her to watch.
What a poignant memory, Karen. Nicely done.
Nancy,
Thank you.
Isn’t she cute!
🙂
Memories from the past can bite you in the butt when you least expect it. Well written, so poignant. Been there/done that.
Thank you.
Aw, that was a really sweet moment 🙂
That’s such a precious, bittersweet memory to revisit. It can be difficult to watch videos or look at pictures of loved ones who are no longer here, particularly when we might not have yet accepted their deaths. I didn’t like coming across pictures of my uncle (whom I’ve now outlived by four years) for a long time because of that.
Very emotional. Great job!
It’s nice to remember, but you have to put some time and healing between you and the memories first. Such a sad and sweet snippet!
A lovely, poignant scene that made me feel sad even as I smiled. Well done!
I’ve actually taken to my mom’s nickname for me again, and it makes me sad to know my daughter will likely grow out of the one we gave her… All kids grow up. Sad that she did it without her father.
Thanks, Kim.
It is so true. One in a while I’ll go back to calling my daughter by her nickname. Just slips out. 🙂
So beautifully written, I was right there with her. Great snippet!
Aww. Very poignant.
Awwww…