Her little fingers pressed each key carefully. “Daddy, when is mommy coming home? I want her to hear me play.”
Her voice was as melodious as the simple nursery rhyme she was practicing on the piano. “Not for a long time, sweetheart, but Daddy’s listening. ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’, right?”
“It’s mommy’s favorite.” She paused at the off-key note.
“G note, sweetheart. Remember where that key is?”
“Oh yeah.” She pressed the right key and smiled at the sound. She had her mother’s smile and his heart ached. The music stopped and she swiveled her little body on the bench to face him. “Daddy, where’s mommy?”
Her mother’s silky black hair framed her face. He didn’t know it was possible for his heart to swell with love and break with pain at the same time.
“Mommy’s far away.”
“Like a different country?”
“Like a different planet?”
His daughter’s bright eyes stared at him. At least it was his eyes and not her mother’s.
“Yes, sweetheart, kind of like a different planet.”
© Jade M. Wong 2017
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Word Count: 174
A truly evocative photo prompt this week, courtesy of Mike Vore.