Read chapters 1-5 (they lead back to here)
Brogan, I knew, was traumatized. What 3 year old wouldn’t have been. A father who didn’t want to be. Didn’t know how to be. Was never going to be. When I finally made it back from Denver, I found Brogan locked in his room. Turns out he was locked in there for the three days I was gone. The dry oatmeal bowls and empty sippy cups weren’t the only signs of waste in his room.
So we fled. Upon arriving at our getaway house in Nova Scotia, the daffodils and tulips told me this was going to be our fresh start.
Read chapter 7
This is a continuation of an experiment. Each week there is a 100 word short story photo prompt challenge posed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My challenge to myself is to connect these photos into one seamless story. Click the blue frog to read other stories inspired by this photo.