You must think I’m despicable”, he whispered and hid his face in his hands.
He had told her everything. That he had a 7 year old daughter he hadn’t seen in 6, that he only 4 years ago had been so depressed that he hadn’t been able to get out of bed for weeks and that he as a result had seen his job go down the drain.
Now she’d finally see him for what he was- a mess.
She did see, but differently.
“You’ve been through hell, and you’re still here.
“I don’t think you’re despicable”, she said,
“you’re my hero.”
This post is in response to carrot ranch’s flash fiction challenge: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that “rethinks the hero.”
I love doing these, getting everything said in exactly 99 words is always a great challenge, but it’s so fun!