Daisy Darker

by Alice Feeney

Pity fades with age, hate is lost and found, but guilt can last a lifetime.

Personally, I think that some wrinkles and stains on the fabric of our lives are there for a reason. A blank canvas might sound appealing, but it isn’t very interesting to look at.

But in many ways, I suspect some level of parental resentment is normal, even if rarely spoken about. Doesn’t everyone wonder who they might have been if they weren’t who they were?

He is an intellectually promiscuous man who gorges on the thoughts of others, then shares them, dressed up as his own. Secondhand ideas sold as new. He seasons his sentences with the odd long word because he doesn’t want people to hear his lack of knowledge or education.

Little girls who lose their fathers spend their lives looking for them in every man they meet.