#ThursThread continues with the Man in Mourning

 So that's what I'm calling it for now. Not really sure what else to call it or where I am going with it. 

I received another honorable mention last week for last week's entry in ThursThreads. It is definitely helping encourage me to stay on the band wagon and keep writing. I am not always able to write every day but I try not to skip more than one day without writing something, even if its only for 15 minutes or a half hour. 

As always, you can learn more about the #ThursThreads flash fiction contest HERE. All of this week's entries will be found there. Sometime in the next 48 hours or so, the winner will be selected. 

This week's prompt was "So what do you suggest"

My entry: 

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    She slumped down into the soft leather of the couch in the living room as she watched her stepfather through the glass of the balcony. His tall frame was cowed in grief, rigid and radiating a cloud of despair that sucked the warmth out of the air around him. She had never seen him in such a state before.

    Her mom and stepfather had gone through a lot before they met and had gone through even more after. Perhaps that is what made their bond so strong – and her mother’s passing that much more painful. Her stepfather had lost his first and only love. She wasn’t sure if he’d ever get over it.

    She had never seen the kind bond that her mom and stepfather shared with anyone else. It was unique. It was more than just love or just marriage, but something deeper and stronger, like their souls were connected. It was scary how intertwined two people could be, how powerful their devotion to one another was, and the power that they held over one another. She wasn’t sure if she envied them such a connection or pitied them.

    Sometime later, her stepfather came back inside and went straight for the whiskey bottle sitting on the table. He poured a fresh glass for himself and one for her. Taking both in his hand, he joined her on the couch with sigh and handed her the other glass.

    “So what do you suggest we do now?” he asked quietly.