Fish Stick DayA Story by MelissaAndresShort little short story about a family thrown into turmoil after a family hunting trip goes terribly wrong.He picked up the fish stick and shoved it into his mouth. He loved Fish Stick Day. He loved fish sticks. Embedding his fingers into the warm macaroni and cheese he smiled as the creamy golden sauce slid into his palms. He clapped his hands together as he rocked back and forth. “Yummy! Yummy!” he yelled. Malachi looked about the room, surprised as his own voice echoed off the walls. “He’s doing really well,” Amy Dutton observed. “Saying a few words and feeding himself.” “You sound like a proud mother,” Nicona Elliston said. Amy grinned, freckles dancing across her nose. “I suppose, in a way, I am.” “How is his mother doing, by the way?” Nicona asked. “She’s devastated, of course, but counseling is helping. Losing her husband in the hunting accident that way has been tough for her to handle but she has accepted that it was, indeed, an accident.” Amy looked back at Malachi and suppressed a giggle. He was tossing the macaroni noodles into the air, shrieking with delight as they landed in his dark, wavy hair. “Such a shame.” Nicona shook his head, his chiseled features sinking, a shadow falling across his normally bright eyes. “About Mrs. Garrington?” “The entire situation. She has been through so much. Her husband, her home flooding after all the rains we’ve had, the car wreck and this …” He waved a hand toward Malachi. “She’s a strong woman,” Amy said. “I know she’s holding it all together for him.” She nodded her head toward Malachi. “She still has hope pushing her forward.” “So many family members don’t and it makes things worse.” Nicona’s brows knit together in frustration. The pair stood in deafening silence for a brief moment. They watched together as Malachi Garrington stood to his full six feet in height, crouched and rolled his thin, pajama-clad body across the floor from rubber wall to rubber wall. “I don’t know if he will ever get over the accident, shooting his own father like that.” Tears welled in Amy’s eyes. Nicona closed the window in the hospital-green door with a thump. Doctors Elliston and Dutton walked slowly down the long sterile hallway to check on their next patient. © 2015 MelissaAndresAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on September 8, 2015 Last Updated on September 8, 2015 Tags: short story, short, family, turmoil, hunting, trip, terrible, wrong, counseling, emotion, devastation AuthorMelissaAndresFort Worth, TXAboutHi! My name's Melissa and I love to read and write! I am married to a wonderful guy named Mark and have a grown son and step-son and five beautiful grandchildren. I no longer work outside the home .. more..Writing
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