Writing Prompt - Dear Father

I should begin by saying that this is in no way based on my relationship with my own father. He was, and is, a wonderful, loving father. This is not about him. And now the writing. 

 
When I was six years old I had the nerve to go outside to play with my friends, leaving a messy room behind. You screamed in front of my friends “get in here you spoiled brat”, then made me stand in the corner of my room as you threw every toy I had left out at me. I’m sorry dear father.

At ten my failure to wash the dishes and vacuum the den earned me a race around the house with you yelling at me that I was useless and a poor excuse for a daughter. You sprayed your beer-infused spit in my face as you screamed at me, tears running down my face. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again

dear father.

At twelve, you couldn’t find your precious coin collection and were convinced that I stole it. You yelled at me that you were going out to get shit-faced and that if you died that night it would be my fault. I ran out after you to stop you. If I had not moved in time you would have backed right over me in your haste to get to the bar. Please don’t die tonight dear father.

Now, at 16, you were drunk by noon, again. Going on and on to me about how ugly I was, that no one would ever want me. And why don’t I put some clothes on because I look like a tramp. I’m sorry my shorts and t-shirt offend you, you SOB. It’s 85 fucking degrees outside. I turned to go to my room and you stumbled your way down the hall behind me. I was leaning over next to my bed when you walked in. You slapped my ass you pervert. I’ll never forget the look on your face when you felt the end of the barrel of the gun in your chest. Go to hell dear father.

Writing Prompt - "Lost and Alone"

Lost and alone - that's how she felt despite the fact that she was surrounded by people. She took the customer's money, gave them their coffee, took the next customer's order, and so on. Auto-pilot. Forcing a smile. 

"Keep it or not? Marriage - absolutely not. Let mom and dad send me away for nine months? Joy. I'm an embarassment. Carry it for 9 months, then give it to a stranger? Spend the rest of my life wondering where it is and what it's doing? Get rid of it and feel guilty the rest of my life?"

"I agree we're not ready for marriage. I hate your parents for making you feel like an embarassment. I'm not crazy about any of the options honestly", Phillip had said.

"Thanks for the help", she had said and stormed off.

Any of the above would hurt someone. In the end it was her body, her choice, her that had to deal with the consequences of her decision every day for the rest of her life. Yes, she was very much lost and alone.

Would love to hear your thoughts on this or any other writing prompt I post. Tell me what you think of the content or any technical aspects. If you had to sit down right now and write about the words "lost and alone", what would you write about?

Something Totally Random

So here's the deal. Totally random writing prompts. Daily. Some will be pure brainstorm and some I'll put into a little story - flash fiction if you will. I have to limit it to 300 or so words. I'll post the stories here. I won't spend a lot of time editing, revising, etc. A little research if I think it's needed, then write it and spend an hour or so tops.

Today's totally random subject was selected by going to Google Search, closing my eyes, and hitting 3 letters on my keyboard. Whatever Google listed first under the results for those 3 letters was to be the subject for today's writing prompt. 

I typed "hkg" and the first result was "Hong Kong International Airport". It did require a bit of research since I know nothing about Hong Kong. Here is the resulting piece of writing. Let's call it - "Bik's New Bed". Let me know what you think - the cold, hard truth! 

"Mommy, it's so big!", 4-year old Bik commented to her mother, Jin Wang as they strode hand in hand through the terminal in the Hong Kong International Airport. In her other hand,  she clutched a photograph. 

Jin smiled. "Look, you can see the sky through the ceiling!" 

Bik looked up from her photo, smiled and skipped. She stumbled.

"Mommy, you go too fast".