Sometimes Daddy resembled a ghost, slotting in and out the door.
Not wanting to be seen.
Other times he was all noise and hustle, bragging about being a man.
Thumping his chest.
Worst times he was a thick-bladed knife, slicing Momma and me with hateful words
until we were ten different kinds of shredded.
Most times he was more snap and shine than sharpness.
Finally, Momma went all crazy. Drew a blade of her own.
Sold Daddy’s car. Changed the locks
and threw his ratty old shoes out the door.
Set em on fire.
Now we got nothing but peaceful times.
Great snapshot – great voice!
Susan A Eames at
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Thank you! I managed to avoid the dark side this week! Hooray.
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Don’t think Daddy will be missed…
Loved the voice in this one.
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Not one little bit. That’s how the story ended five edits ago. Too obvious. Thanks, Dale.
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🙂
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love the 5 edits comment 🙂
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Wonderful voice, Alicia
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Thanks, Neil.
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Go Momma! 🙂
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Right?
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That was right on. Loved it!
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Thanks!
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I liked it. Was it meant to be a story or a poem?
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Maybe a story-poem. Not sure. Thanks for wondering.
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Excellent voice in this one, Alicia. I don’t think anyone will miss Daddy!
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Thanks so much. Most people like Daddy aren’t missed for long.
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How many chances does a man need? Clearly he never understood.
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Not the sharpest pencil in the box, that’s for sure. Thanks, James
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That’s one way to subtly indicate that he’s no longer welcome 🙂
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Ha! Thanks, Ali
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I loved the voice in this piece and the excellent way it flowed. Great ending, burn those shoes!
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Thank you, Brenda. I’m glad you appreciated the flow. A few edits went into the piece to keep the rhythm up and the word-count down.
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Once again you make us *see and know* the people you write about. Great voice, and no, he certainly won’t be missed.
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That so much. (Sheesh! Thanks so much!)
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Go, Mama, Go!
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Right on!
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Ten different kinds of shredded is a great way to describe the effects of an overbearing partner. Good one, especially the voice.
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Sandra, thanks so much for noticing that line. It morphed several times while I edited. So glad you stopped by. Lish
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Ooh, there’s some family history. Great pace to the piece.
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Thanks very much
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Mummy did the right thing, even if she did leave it rather late.
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I think domestic abuse is often allowed far too long, if not forever! Thanks
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people can only take so much abuse before they get back at the abuser with a vengeance. nice piece of writing.
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He’s lucky. In my first draft, Momma stabbed him.
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You really nailed this one, Alicia.
Terrific piece of story-telling.
(Now I’m wondering who you were in your previous incarnation!)
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Great voice! Well done!
🙂
Na’ama
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Thanks so much.
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Great voice again Alicia and great they got rid of him
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Thanks, Michael.
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Dear Lish,
Great voice in this. That’s one way to cut off the relationship. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks!
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I like your word choices to show the destruction and violence they live with. Great voice too.
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Thank you, Margaret. I appreciate your stopping by.
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Good for momma! Good riddance!
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Thanks, Amie.
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Loved this!
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Amazing solution you propose there! 😉
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This is how some of the First Nation people used to divorce. Just toss the husband’s stuff out the door and be done with it. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Love it … really… setting fire to his shoes made me smile.
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Thanks, Bjorn! Hope all is well with you.
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When I was in a band we used to play “Hit The Road Jack.”
I’m sure Mama knows all the verses as well.
Great job, Lish.
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And don’t cha come back no more… What a great song. Thanks, Russell.
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Terrific voice in this one. Scary too. Sounds like momma did what she had to do!
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Thanks, Laurie, I’m glad you liked the voice. Cheers!
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That voice is stunning, Lish. And I love your metaphors for Daddy, how sharp and shiny he is, how cutting. Just gorgeous
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Oh, thanks! You just made my day and it’s only 8 a.m.
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My total pleasure 🙂
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BRILLIANT!
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Thank you.
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I love the voice here. Also the “Enough is enough!” attitude 🙂
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Thank you.
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Great story Alicia. Really well told. I loved how Daddy was all metaphor and simile, whereas Momma’s actions were real, tangible, and final!
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Thanks for noticing the difference between the wishy-washy dad and the take no s*&t mom.
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