Old Short Stories

I broke my glasses

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Everyone is fine.
It was a dream.

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I broke off the end of my glasses.

I don't know where I was.
But it was somewhere crowded.
I didn't know anyone there.
But someone bumped me.
I lifted my hand to my ear.

I had broken off the end of my glasses.

There was a scream.
Everyone froze.
I moved towards it.
Like walking through a forest of dying trees.
It was silent.

I had broken off the end of my glasses.

I got to the source.
The scream was from my sister.
I took her hand.
Called the cops.
We went home.

I broke off the end of my glasses.

She was sobbing throughout the walk back.
I was fine.
She asked me when dad was coming home.
I knew the answer, but to give her hope I said
"Nien"
I hope she didn't know what it meant.
I hope she thought I had said nine.

I broke off the end of my fucking glasses.

We got home.
I opened the door.
She was a bit calmer.
I was the same.
Mom told us we had finished our chore.
And to go have fun.

I didnt tell her about my glasses.

I let my sister outside.
It hit me that I yet hadn't cried.
Maybe I was apathetic.
I just sighed.

I got a cut from the end of my glasses.

It was then I heard arguing.
From the living room.
I was confused.
Maybe mum was just hurting?
But than I heard a second voice.
And my legs disobeyed.
As I walked through the halls.
What a bad day.

I have the broken end of my glasses.

I stepped into the entryway of the room.
And there he was.
Now tears fell from my cheeks.
As I said the title he'd earned.

"Dad? I broke my glasses."

He came over.
And took the peice.
And checked the cut.
He took me to the bathroom to get me fixed up.

He fixed my glasses.

After he did I hugged him.
He was pale, and cold.
He told me he was sorry, but he had to go.
I told him he couldn't leave me.
But he said he was sorry.

He had fixes my glasses.

The news came a week later.
Dad was gone.

I broke the end of my glasses.