“There’s a pike in there you know. It’s got really sharp teeth!”
I rolled my eyes over my little sister’s head as she giggled, grasping Dad tightly around the waist. He winked at me, as I knew he would.
“How big is it, Daddy?”
“Ooooh!” He gripped his pipe between his teeth, screwing up his eyes against the tendrils of smoke curling around his head. He stretched his arms wide. “It must be this big by now – it’s very, very old!”
“And very, very hungry!” I chimed in, unable to resist joining him on the joke.
Sadie peeked at me from underneath her heavy fringe, eyes sparkling and a grin forming like sun winking from behind the clouds. She poked Dad in the stomach. “Da-ad! You’re teasing me again!”
He picked her up, swinging her high above his head. He let go, and she squealed, excited, yet knowing she was safe. He caught her mid-air, pulling her close to his chest with one arm, enveloping me with the other.
So sweet. Aww, my heart is full now. 🙂
Aah, thank you Brenda! 🙂
Awwww that’s awesome. I love it. A proper daddy/daughters story.
Thank you, Al! As ever, thank you for the inspiration!
I love seeing what people make of them
Lovely story Freya. Beautifully expressed.
Thank you!
Wonderfully positive.
🙂
Thank you!
Brought me back to when my dad would tell my sis and I his versions of ‘fractured fairy tales’ – Thanks.
I love the idea of fractured fairy tales! I’m glad it brought back some lovely memories for you.