Father Knows Best
Peter sat on the bank of the pond, staring off into space. He wasn't
deep in thought as he usual was when he went to his secret place. Today, he
just needed peace and quiet. So many things were happening so fast that he
didn't want to think about any of it. Simplicity, nothingness, this was what
he needed. He guess a proper term for it would "centering his chi" but Peter
didn't believe in that any more..or did he? As the question popped into his
head, Peter pushed it back out. No..no thoughts, no deep ponderings..just
simple ole me right now. A part of him ached for his father to come sit by
him like he used to when he was a child. His father was alive now but he
didn't know how to go up to this man who was in so many ways familiar, yet
in so many way, a stranger. He couldn't put into words that he was "not that
little boy anymore" yet, still longed for that little boy's father to come
comfort him.
I'm thinking again Peter thought dryly.
A gentle voice interuppted his thoughts.
"May I sit with you?"
Peter gave a start. He glance up to his his father standing over him.
"how did you know where i was?"
Caine cocked an eyebrow.
" Do you even need to ask?"
Always so cryptic, Peter thought wryly.
His father sat beside him and laid an arm around his sons shoulder to give
him a gentle squeeze.
Peter leaned into him.
"I missed you so much." he murmured.
"I missed you to my son."
~Finis~
