Whispers on the Patio
“Dad.” Terrence could hear his daughter, Tamara, calling behind him. As if he didn’t hear her, he walked with a sense of urgency to the backdoor of their house. The breeze of the starry night somehow relieved his burning face. “Dad,” he could hear her call once again. He pulled out his cigarette and lighter from the pocket of his jeans and said, “Go back inside, Tamara. I’m not in the mood.” However, she wouldn’t listen. “I miss you, Dad. Don’t you miss me? We haven’t seen each other for months,” she said as she tried to lean her body towards her father. “Tamara, leave me some space,” he said as he stepped away from her. She looked at him with pity and said, “But I’m cold, Dad.” “I told you to go back inside.” …