Custody -- a FFF 55

He was by the open veranda, looking out to the sea.

"Hey...", she said as she wrapped her arms around him from behind . "Are you OK?"


"Do you miss them?", she asked.


"The kids."


 "Yeah, I guess I do. I don't know if I can go through the custody battle tomorrow."

This is a Friday Flash Fiction 55 hosted by Mr. Knowitall.

6 pinky-swear friends shared a thought or two...:

PattiKen said...

That's conversation that probobly happens all too often.

welcome to my world of poetry said...

That reminded me of when my son got divorced,
His wife had custody but he have them on Friday nights and Saturdays. His job as a carer in an autisic home he has to sleep in a couple of nights aweek so full custody would have been out of the question. He is a great Father and I applaud him.


G-Man said...

This was too good of a 55 to go unnoticed.
Sorry that you posted late and no one came by..:-(
This was awesome...
Thanks for playing, thanks for visiting, and have a Kick Ass Sunday...G

Anonymous said...

What a sad subject for 55--very realistic.


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maryt/theteach said...

That was excellent! Never expected the last sentence! :)