Watching and Wondering

Prompt: I wished for eyes that could see into a man’s heart

Finian frowned slightly as he watched his parents. He was sure they didn’t know he was watching. If they knew, Momma wouldn’t be yelling at Da. If they knew he was watching, Da wouldn’t be crying.

After a while, Momma stormed off. She was going to the market. Finian waited until the door slammed. Then, he made his way down the steps. “Da?” he said, tilting his head to one side.

Da looked up at him with wide, glistening eyes. “Finny,” he said. He forced a smile onto his face. Finian could tell it was forced, because he was still crying. “What’s wrong?”

“Why are you crying?” he said. He stepped over and took Da’s hand. “Did Momma hurt you?”

“No,” Da said, wiping his face. He sighed and shook his head. “She didn’t hurt me. We just had an argument and I don’t like arguing with your Momma. I’m sorry we upset you.”

Finian nodded. “I don’t like it either,” he said. He wished he could understand why Momma would get angry with Da. How could two people who loved each other so much, seem to hate each other at the same time?

Author’s note: I realized after I’d written this that Maeve comes off as abusive. She’s not physically abusive and was never more than very controlling of Ezra. Allan is just very sensitive – he means just what he says here: he’s crying because he doesn’t like arguing with his wife. It breaks his heart that they can’t come to some sort of compromise on this subject (just what… hopefully, I can reveal later). This story was partially inspired by “The Only Exception” by Paramore.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: