This is a story I have started writing. I was wondering if its interesting and should I keep going? Would you read on?
All feedback and critique welcome
Thanks
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“Daddy’s going to be an astronaut,” a proud mother said holding her young daughter in her arms.
She didn’t expect a reply. She didn’t expect her to understand either. Her child was barely two years old. A pacifier covered her mouth making her rosy cheeks puffier. She kissed her on the top of her ever growing blonde curly hair before placing her on the carpet in the lounge room. Her daughter immediately began to play with the blocks sitting in front of her, with big cartoon like letters decorating each side. The mother had rearranged them to spell ‘good manners’ moments earlier.
The proud mother sat down on the couch and continued to watch the news report of the anticipated launch. Six people were planning to go, including the love of her life. The camera zoomed in on his face. Short, clean cut brunette hair. Not a whisker in sight on his recently shaven face. A loose shirt covering the hard curvy chest muscles and six pack which she toyed with most nights. He was a very handsome man. She was a very lucky woman.
A caption appeared below him as he continued to walk with the other five and the camera began to zoom out. Henry Rogers. She had taken his last name when they married and the sentiment of seeing it again brought a smile to her face. She watched as they walked into the door of a large building, waved to the cameras one more time, then disappeared completely.
It was exciting news for their small town. Prior to this the only talking point was the man who was humped by a bull while lying drunk one night in the paddock. Henry was a real celebrity, one the town could be proud of. There he was, two hours away, in the big city, part of the latest expedition to the moon.
“Are you proud of your daddy?” the mother asked in a voice most people would use when talking to a child.
Suddenly she felt pale as she stared at the toy blocks. Her daughter had rearranged them to spell out ‘moon dangers’. Her daughter looked up at her mother and giggled behind her pacifier. She made a few noises before smacking the blocks across the carpet.
“It can’t be,” the mother said, “It can’t be true. I won’t believe it.”
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