Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Daddy's Little Girl

Miss Anathema Jane McMurtry had dedicated her entire life to being as much of a cross for her Daddy to bear as was humanely possible.
It wasn’t as if she’d asked her mama to run off with a drummer man, leaving her to be raised by a foul-tempered old coot such as her father. It surely wasn’t her idea to be saddled with the name he’d given her out of nothing but pure spitefulness.
Rather than dwell on the misfortune of it all, she opted instead to do her level best to live up to that name every single day.

This story was written for the Tuesday Tales prompt: anathema

No comments:

Post a Comment