Flash Fiction–Spring Break

Spring Break

He stood in the drive as we drove away.
His eyes said it all: “I wish I were going, too.”
In the car, one grandmother, two granddaughters, and one empty seat.
“Why didn’t Papa want to come?” one asked.

“Not sure,” I lied. But my silence gave me away.

The homebody changed his mind, too late.

Cheryl Johnston
Tampa Branch, FL