55 Flash Fiction Friday: Love Without Head Games

“You really love her,” She said referring to my daughter. The inflection of surprise insinuated she either thought me incapable of love towards anyone or that she never felt that for me. I’ll never know. It’s clear we haven’t felt unspoiled love between us in some time, if ever.

“Of course I do.” I replied.

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    • John,
      If you’ve read Erica’s blog before you know everything she types is true.
      And unfortunately this is no exception.

    • Dr. John – I have a very hard time writing fiction even if it’s only 55 words. I guess I take the motto, “write what you know” too literally. :P

  1. Is someone upset with another someone? Hope it’s all cleared up by now. This IS fiction tho, right?

    Mine’s posted too, it’s “Haunting”. Have a great weekend.

    Hootin’ Anni´s last blog post..

    • Fandango – heh yeah it would be a lot less complicated if expectations for parents were nonexistent, but I do like being able to regulate my own body temperature. ;-)

  2. Erica….?

    A bit revealing today are we not?

    This was your best 55 yet.

    Very well written, and it made me ponder a bit. Good Job!!

    Have a Great Week-End…..Galen

  3. I’m sorry to say that I understand completely since my relationship with my mother was very similar. You have to feel sorry for them that they never realized what a treasure they had. I want you to know that I love you very much, my daughter.

  4. Not every mother does lover her daughter. I can relate. At least we are both changing things for our daughters! Great 55, but I wish I’d read it before the cheese one. Now I’m down. Wait, I’m going to go read about killer cheese again and bust a stitch :) lol

  5. Wow, Erica…so poignant in so few words. It’s hard to imagine are own mothers not beig able to feel what we feel about our own daughter–to experience that. The bright side is your daughter will never know what it’s like to feel as you did growing up…as you do right now. I know for me, that makes every moment of my childhood okay. Love and hugs to you–I get it.

    • Christy – Thank you so much. ;-) In my case I wonder if my mother did or does feel the same towards me except she seems to have forgotten a lot of the things she has said or done over the years or dismissed my hurt feelings for my being “too sensitive”. She’s rather self centered, so in her mind if I don’t like her I must not like anyone. As I said in the 55, I may never know for sure. I hope my daughter doesn’t have to feel or wonder the same.