Stories and Poems
All stories and poems in this
page are fiction
They have been written solely by Naomi Ewer and they will be updated at the end
of every week.
My Father's Shadow
A Short Story
I had not had a bad
day like this one for a long time. Here I was, Lori Carson sitting on a
chair in the principle's office. I had no clue what to expect and then he
said the words I'll never forget, "I'm sorry Lori but your mother's died in car
accident." For a minute I thought I had heard him wrong because my next words
were, "What?" he repeated and said that my mother had died in a car accident
and, "By the way, " he added, "Your father's here waiting for you outside.
He says you'll be moving with him to the city I'm sorry you won't be with us any
longer." With that he sent me out of his office. At my locker I
gathered my school books and placed them into my backpack.
I searched the parking lot when suddenly a yellow cab pulled up and a man in a
dark suit stepped out. I looked up at him, he was tall and his shadow
loomed over me like a dark cloud; I felt cold. "Are you Lori Carson?" he
"Yes." I replied, "Are you my father?"
"Yes." Opening the door of the cab he motioned for me to get
in. I took a seat by the window and watched as he got in after me closing
the; the cab drove down the road. Silence settled in. Neither I nor
my father spoke as the cab drove along. Not knowing what to do I glanced
over at him. To me he was a complete stranger whom I knew nothing about;
except that he was my father. My parents had divorced when I was a baby,
so he was never around and except for showing me their wedding picture mother
never mentioned him. All of the sudden I realized that except for my
school books and backpack I had none of my other belongings. In a panic I
turned to my father,
"Sir," I wasn't quite comfortable with addressing him as
father yet, "I've left my clothes and things at my mother's house." Almost
before I could finish my sentence he said,
"Your clothes have been sent from you mother's house to my
home in the city and will be there when we arrive."
Then he was still. There was no need for me to continue. Silence
settled set in again and we soon reached our destination.
As we came inside my eyes wandered about the large room.
A bright chandelier swayed from the ceiling and portraits of various paintings
hung on the walls. I noticed a set of stairs lead up to the second floor
while another led down to the basement. My father's house had two stories.
Suddenly, the sound of brisk footsteps caught my attention as a lady came
towards us. My father took her aside, said something to her and then left
the room. I started to follow but the lady led me up stairs to where I was
told to take a bath and go to bed; I obeyed.
After my bath I found my pajamas laying neatly on my bed.
Changing into them I climbed into the warmth of my covers. It was as if
the weight of everything that had happened came down on me and I started to cry.
My mother was dead, I had left school and now I was living with my father.
I felt scared and alone; everything had changed.
Check in next week for the second
installment of this exciting story!