Daddy’s Little Girl

“Why you ain’t in school?” Pa uses the doorjamb to hold himself up.

“Spring Break.”

“You’re fat.” He slings the empty 40 toward my head. I dodge at the last second, and the glass shatters against the wall behind me. “Gonna take a leak,” he slurs then stumbles pigeon-toed through the front door of our trailer.

Will he bother to remove the flowers? Or will he soil her grave with his stream? She’s lucky she’ll never grow to learn what “Spread ’em!” actually means.

“She’s better off dead,” Becky said when we buried her. “He didn’t even know you were pregnant.”

word count: 100


© Ted Strutz
© Ted Strutz

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42 thoughts on “Daddy’s Little Girl

  1. The horror creeps up line by line. Excellent writing. I don’t think there were less cases like this in the past, people ‘minded their own business’ and didn’t want to see.


  2. That’s a terrible story, and I mean that in the best way possible. It hurts my heart just to think that someone could something so heinous.

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    1. It’s disgusting to think that a girl’s childhood could be snatched away like this, especially by her own father. Sadly this could be very true for some girls.
      Thanks for reading.


  3. Harsh tragic story. Poor girl losing her baby. Poor girl having to put up with her lousy Pa. You are right in the story I think, the baby is better off. Great job conveying some graphic stuff!

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  4. What a most tragically told story. I have to admit I had to reread many times wondering who Becky was only to realise that it doesn’t really matter, does it?

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    1. Becky could be a friend, sister, cousin, maybe even imaginary (like Quasimodo’s gargoyles)… I guess it doesn’t really matter. She’s someone who “sees” our innocent victim when no one else does.
      Thanks for reading!

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