The Last Flight. Chapter 16 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight. Chapter 16

... smiled and turned and left me alone with my coffee and my thoughts. Shortly afterwards I heard the stairs creaking again as one of them went back up the stairs only this time, the sound was of normal walking and, because the creaking was accompanied by the sound of clinking china, I guessed she was taking drinks up. I enjoyed that first breakfast. I felt like a child again, as though I had gone back in time and was sitting down to a nice family meal. Dominique fussed around us, passing out plates and cutting bread whilst Pascale cooked eggs and bacon and brewed fresh coffee. It was wonderful and they made my father and I so welcome, even tough we were virtual strangers to them. I suddenly felt that maybe, with their help, I would get better but also, sometime, it would be over and I would be alone again. I looked at each of them as we ate. My dad at one end of the table and Françoise at the other. The only sounds as we ate were the clinking of cutlery against crockery. No-one spoke. “Are you all right, Karen?” Françoise ...

... saw me looking and not eating. I smiled. “Oh yes, I was just thinking how nice this is. It is so long since I have sat down to a family breakfast.” My father looked up sharply, as though he had been stabbed through the heart, fork midway between plate and mouth. “That is my fault, I know,” he said, sadly, his fork falling slowly back to the plate. “I didn't mean that, Dad,” I tried to reassure him and putting my hand on his arm. “I know what was wrong now. I don't blame you...” I paused before adding, “Well, not anymore. I did, once but I had no idea what you were going through.” “That hurts me so much too that you have learned of my problems by having them yourself and I promise you, with all my heart, that I will not let you suffer in the way I did.” For the first time I felt a comfort I had not known before. I could not see into the future but now my dad was back and he was just the way my Mum had always said he was. The one disappointing thing, though, was that she had not lived to see him return. To be continued...