A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, A82 – write about losing something.
His Father
Rowan was young when he lost his father, but he still remembered him.
Just as he remembered the smoke. And the burning house. And how Annad's wails had brought those who'd slept through the smell of the flames to their tragedy.
He remembered how, before that, he'd huddled under the blankets, terrified. He could hear Annad crying. His father shouting, and his heavy footsteps below. The fire crackling. His own panting in fear. His relief when his father had appeared at the door and urged him up. How he'd been too terrified to move.
And how his father had bundled him up in his blanket and tossed him out the window just before the roof came down upon him.