Twenty-five years ago I wrote a very short, very silly piece that won a prize for most bizarre business idea at a most bizarre party. It sat collecting dust in a computer file until three years ago when I took a writing class and was tasked with creating a piece of flash fiction and telling the story from two different perspectives in two different ways. I cheated by using the prize-winning piece I wrote for the party but did succeed in producing two very different takes on the subject matter. Today is the second installment.
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Little Jessica squealed with delight beaming at her father and all seemed forgiven. It’s not like Arnie was a bad dad, but co-parenting is hard, and anyway it wasn’t his fault he’d missed the past two weekends he was supposed to spend with his daughter. Arnie Mather was behind in his work and the boss had suggested weekends might be a good time to catch up. It was more than a suggestion. And his ex, Sabrina, hadn’t made it any easier for him. He could tell by Jessica’s persistent line of questioning on their way to the zoo that her mother had sowed seeds of division which were bearing bitter fruit.