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Avoidance – flash fiction

May 7, 2016


“It’s past midnight! Where have you been?”

“Don’t start, Dad. I’ve had a hell of a night and I just want to go to bed.”

“You worried your mother to death, Jason! Gave her a migraine. Don’t you care that you hurt your mother?”

“Of course I care! I am not a heartless worm!”

“You didn’t answer my question. Where have you been?”

“Please, Dad. Can’t we talk about this in the morning?”

“You know that’s avoidance, Jason. Your therapist warned us you would try that. Time to own up. Take responsibility!”

“Okay, okay! Geez, Dad… I was at Bobby’s house.”

“Bobby… isn’t that the boy who gave you crack last summer? Well, is he?”

“Yes, Dad. The same boy, but he’s clean now!”

“Look at me, Jason… I want to see your eyes.”

“I didn’t do anything! Honest!”

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

“Dad! Please, just let me go to bed…”

“Not until you tell me the truth!”

“Dad, I…”

“I knew it! Your eyes are all red and glassy. What did he give you?”


“Tell me or I am calling Bobby’s parents!”

“Geez, Dad! We didn’t do any drugs. Bobby’s sister committed suicide. We cried all night!”

“Oh, Jason… I’m sorry. I…”

“Why don’t you trust me? You never trust me!”

“How can I? You did drugs behind our backs. Skipped school. And that last time… Jason, we nearly lost you!”

“It was an accident, Dad! How many times do I have to tell you… I didn’t know… I only had one beer. One beer! How was I supposed to know someone laced it? Why do you keep blaming me?”

“Because you nearly killed that girl and yourself…”

“I know, Dad! Don’t you think I beat myself up enough over it? I don’t need you blaming me too! I gave up my license, didn’t I?”

“Perhaps you are right. We should discuss this tomorrow. Go to bed, Jason.”

“That’s avoidance, Dad… okay, fine! Good night!”

©2016 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved.

(330 Words)

Each day in May, I will be participating in the StoryADay in May. Here is today’s prompt:

Via Julie – Write a story containing only dialogue

  1. Well written dialogue.

  2. And the scary thing is, I (and many, if not all fathers I know) would probably have reacted in exactly the same way. Good job, Lori.

    • *nods* I am sure I would have too… thanks, Keith 🙂

      • That’s the thing with relationships; forget all the so-called experts, no-one really has any idea what they’re doing. We all muddle through doing what seems right (or, often, least wrong) to us at the time, and hoping we don’t get it too wrong, too often.

      • So true, Keith.. I don’t care much for the experts anyway… most of them are academics who haven’t even experienced real life. Hard to do real life in a laboratory.

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