#FridaySnippets 13 – The Ending.

This week’s snippet is my response to a response to one of my blog posts. Yeah, I know. But that’s what it is!

I’ll spare you the complete explanation but, in case you’re interested in how this snippet came about, here are links to the two posts that led up to this:

That said, this is what I left in the comments section of her post. It’s rough. REAL rough. But since I have about a month’s worth of things to do this weekend… well, you get the idea, right?

After you’re done why not try my Snow Day Writing Prompt and Emerald’s Finish The Story challenges. We’d love to see what you come up with!

Okay, here we go! 😀


“Yes Teacake?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I just came by to make sure you were okay. I know things aren’t easy for you right now and I thought maybe you could use some familiar company for a bit.”

“How did you get here so fast?”

“That’s what concerns you right now? What you should be concered about is getting that chill out of your bones. Are you feeling steady yet?”

“I suppose”

“Well then how about I make some hot cocoa while you change into dry clothes.”

And with that, he kissed me on the forehead, turned, and walked into the kitchen. My head was swimming.

I had been alone when I was outside, and other than the sound of trickling stream water, there was nothing but dead silence. I had also been facing the long gravel driveway – the only entrance to the property – the whole time I was outside. Was I that out of it?

“Teacake? I have some of those tiny marshmellows. How many do you want in your cocoa?”

The sudden boom of his voice startled me back to reality.

“Uh… four or five I suppose”

I looked around the room and saw my favorite pj’s folded neatly on the chair in the corner. When had I put them there? Wow, I WAS out of it.

A few minutes later I was dry and heading down the hall to the kitchen… and then it hit me.

The last time I had seen these pajamas was when they were torn to bits and scattered all over the floor along with shreds of my pillows and the stuffing after my dog, Chansie, had been left alone in the house too long.

Chansie had died 3 years later… when I was 17.

“You okay Traci? Come sit down, you look like you’re about to pass out.” And then I did.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up on the couch with my head in Daddy’s lap.

“Welcome back.” He said with a wink.


“It’s alright, Teacake. You just took a little spill in the hallway. I half expected that to happen about now.” And he winked again.

I rolled a little and turned my head to look directly at him “You did? Why?”

“Teacake, the minute I saw you out there wandering around, upset and holding your belly like that, I knew you were still hanging on a little too much. That’s a confusing place to be.”

“Oh Daddy, I miss him so much!”

“I know you do. And he misses you too. You need to let him go and stop worrying about the baby too.”

“But what if something goes wrong Daddy! I’m all alone! How am I going to take care of this baby all by myself?”

“Oh, my little Teacake. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Daddy, but…”

“You really need to let go and start to move on. It’s time for you to start seeing things as they are. You can’t change what happened no matter how much your heart wishes for it. You’ve got me and I’ll help you get along now. Take a look at your belly”

“Oh my…”

“See? Everything’s going to be fine.”


He brushed the hair off my forehead and looked at me with all the love a father can have for their child. “He misses you as much as you miss him and, as much as it hurt, he knows how much love it took for you give up your life to save the baby.”

Thanks for reading my #FridaySnippets! Feel free to… no, check that. PLEASE share your thoughts in the comments below I’d love to hear from you!

And thanks, Emerald, for the idea and inspiration! FUN!

Thanks for spending time with me today!


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