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It’s Not You, It’s Him

This post was written for the Trifecta Writing Challenge, which was to write between 33 and 333 words including the word “grasp”, using the definition ‘to lay hold of with the mind – comprehend’ …

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She was beginning to grasp the idea. That didn’t mean she was taking it well.

She loved him. She had loved him for years and years. He had always been there for her, fulfilling her every need, and now he was gone. With just four words he was out of her life forever.

“You must have suspected,” said her Mum, who was holding her close and trying to ignore the burble of snot that peeped from her nostril with each sob.

Of course she had suspected. The stories of what he did and where his job took him had seemed more unlikely each time she had thought about them. She had countered this by not thinking about them.

“You knew,” she suddenly said accusingly. “You and Dad both knew. You lied to me.”

“We wanted you to be happy,” her Mum said defensively. “We did what parents do.”

“All parents lie?” she said. “Is that what you’re saying?” Her Mum had no answer to this.

“I just can’t believe I’ll never see him again,” she wailed, tearing herself from her mother’s embrace, running into her room and slamming the door.

“You’ve never seen him anyway,” said her Mum softly. It had been she who had uttered the fateful four words – “there is no Santa” – and she felt as if she had just killed a childhood.

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  1. August 15, 2013 at 8:39 pm

    Ah Tinman I feel quite bereft after reading that.

  2. August 15, 2013 at 8:39 pm

    I did know about Santa. Just to clarify.

  3. August 15, 2013 at 9:55 pm

    No Santa?!!! :shock:

    Next you’ll be telling me there’s no tooth fairy!!!

    God Bless my friend!

    Prenin.

  4. August 15, 2013 at 11:45 pm

    This actually happened to me. It was very very traumatic. Not only did I lose Santa, I learned that my parents were bare-faced liars, AND I realized I’d put up with schoolyard mocking for no reason at all. I was humiliated by my gullibility. It kinda still hurts, actually.

  5. August 16, 2013 at 12:49 am

    As I read this, I was thinking a lover had left. Of course having Santa ripped out from under you can be traumatic as well :)

  6. Draug419
    August 16, 2013 at 3:55 am

    I admit it, I laughed. Now I feel bad. Great piece!

  7. August 16, 2013 at 4:33 am

    Oooooh one of those Talks. One of those Hard Truths. You portrayed the dismay so well.
    Thank you for linking up. Please remember to return to vote!

  8. August 16, 2013 at 5:56 am

    *hahaha* I did not see that coming! What a brilliant, funny, sad story!

  9. August 16, 2013 at 2:55 pm

    Yeeees. Quality turn of events! (Getting my vote)

  10. August 18, 2013 at 11:54 pm

    I thought that’s where this story was going, and yet, it still seemed so brutal.

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