Sunday Photo Fiction — Regrets

img_1592Another Father’s Day sitting alone on a bench in the park wondering how I could have done things differently.

Perhaps if I hadn’t been so selfish, so callous, so narcissistic, my children would be here with me today. But you can’t change the past, can you? What’s done is done and it cannot be undone. If I could, I would undo it all.

She warned me when she found about my first indiscretion. She said she would forgive me, but she wasn’t sure that, if the children ever found out, they could forgive me.

I told her that I was sorry, that it was a mistake that happened in a moment of weakness, and that it would never happened again.

But it did happen again. And again. And again.

There was no forgiveness left in her. The kids found out, too, and they showed no willingness to forgive, either. She took the kids and they all left me.

And so here I sit, alone on a park bench on Father’s Day, a picture of loneliness. I’ve lost my wife. I’ve lost my kids. All I have left are my regrets. And the hungry ducks to keep me company.

(198 words)


Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt from Susan. Picture credit: Susan Spaulding.

11 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction — Regrets

  1. Iain Kelly June 17, 2018 / 1:59 pm

    A sad tale, some just seem to have that addictive personality. Perhaps with time the kids will at least get in touch. He is still their father after all, even if he doesn’t deserve them.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Sight11 June 17, 2018 / 3:17 pm

    Is it the duck or the man, I’m asking cause duck are cheaters too?Haha..

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Akshata Ram June 17, 2018 / 9:49 pm

    This is painful.. but no one to blame other than the man. A sad Father’s Day indeed

    Liked by 1 person

  4. leigha66 June 18, 2018 / 11:06 pm

    This is such a sad piece… show a different side of the holiday.

    Liked by 2 people

  5. anuragbakhshi June 20, 2018 / 3:07 am

    His life just spiraled out of control, but he has no one else to blame but himself.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango June 20, 2018 / 7:00 am

      True. As they say, he made his bed, now he has to sleep in it.

      Liked by 1 person

  6. Mike June 23, 2018 / 4:56 pm

    A well told and interesting story which is played out often these days.

    Liked by 1 person

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