He’s Gone

 

“What’s this?”

“That’s mind your own business is what it is,” my grandfather snatched the adoption papers from my hand. “Hazel!”

“Yes, dear, what is…” her eyes widened. “Okay,” she inched toward me like she was approaching a wounded dog. “It’s okay.”

I started crying. “Poppy?”

He held me, told me he loved me. “Those papers don’t change anything.”

“Gran?” I pleaded. “Daddy didn’t leave me?”

She hugged us both. “He’s gone.”

“Where…where is he?” I squeaked, not sure I wanted the answer.

Gran’s eyes flicked to the garden. “You must understand, baby. He was not a good man.”

 

 

May 20 Prompt: Old Mystery (In 99 words, write about an old mystery in the current time. Is it a discovery? Is it solved? Does it no longer matter, or does it impact innocent generations in between?)

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch