licenseartistic: Enchant


I can't tear my eyes away.

Two boys playing in the park, just like any others. But they're not any others. They're special.

One of them is the man sitting next to me. And the other... the other is my father.

I sit on the bench of the picnic table, just watching. Derek's silent beside me. After the first few words, we haven't spoken. It's too... important, I guess. We can talk about it later.

He's... cute. My dad. A five year old with shaggy hair and a clumsy run. Derek was right, though; he's got a good arm.

Was I ever that carefree? I don't think so. When I was his age, or just a bit older, I was learning to load guns and play chess--to lead an army. I never had much time for playing.

I never had anyone to play with me.

I glance sidelong at Derek. He's the closest thing I've ever had--and probably will ever have--to family. I mean, he is family. He's my uncle. I just don't know how to... I don't know. Form some kind of bond.

It's all too weird.

So I just sit in silence, watching my father and my uncle until they pack up and leave. I'm ready to head home; Derek wants to stay. I leave him there.

He's probably got a lot to think about.

sixwordstories: I finally got to see him.

sixwordstories: She tried to give me up.

sixwordstories: I have way too many secrets.

sixwordstories: I just want it to stop.

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