Not a writer of fiction, I rarely post fiction by other bloggers, but today I make an exception. I recently discovered Sha’Tara when she visited my blog. This particular story is … well, really I do not have the words to describe it, but it is haunting, sad, beautifully written, and also food for thought. Please take a few minutes to read the story of James Macken and his daughter Elle by Sha’Tara. Thank you for a thought-provoking short story, Sha’Tara, and for your permission to re-blog!
[short story, by Sha’Tara]
James Macken closes down his netbook and goes looking for his daughter. Twelve year old Ellie or “Elle” Macken is leaning on the railing of the cabin’s small patio, looking intently into the night sky. There is no moon and the stars, this high in the Coast Mountains, shine brightly. Despite a light breeze blowing from the west, the summer night remains warm.
His voice breaks the night’s silence, “Elle?”
“I’m over here, dad.”
James walks over to her and leans on the railing, his face following where she was staring. “What’s up there, Elle?”
“ I don’t know, dad. I just feel so funny, so detached, all of a sudden.”
“Funny, like how?” He isn’t joking or pretending. He’d learned long ago to…
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