Momma always told me the Bermuda Triangle wasn’t real. Just a silly ghost story that had gotten out of hand. Like UFOs and aliens. But how could she explain why Daddy never came back from his business trip to Miami?
“That ain’t supernatural. That’s supermodel and scumbag.”
I once overheard Momma crying and asking God to make Daddy stop. That was her problem. Her prayer was too vague. God made him stop loving her instead.
But I couldn’t accept that Daddy had stopped loving me too, even if he did abandon us. So I told everyone his plane disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle. Convinced myself of it too.
Maybe that’s why, many years later while on vacation in San Juan, I decided to go on an excursion to see the coral reefs, and when the clear blue water suddenly reflected the gray sky and everything stood still, I leaned over the edge of the boat. Waited for that humanoid shadow to swim by just below the surface, and dove in to hug my daddy.
word count: 174
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly challenge where you write a story in 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) using the provided photo prompt as inspiration.
Click on the froggy icon to read other stories and add your own!