This wasn't what I had originally intended to post, but I hit a snag on that one, and then just randomly wrote this. -blushes- Um...I had a LOT of sugar in my system when I wrote this (still do), which might explain why it's so syrupy-sweet. Sorry I couldn't think of a better ending, or title.
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Nothing: A story by magpie8spook
A dark haired man sat on the front steps of his summer cottage, a far-away expression on his face. He barely reacted as he heard the screen door open creakily behind him, hardly moved as a small, lithe figure sat down on the step beside him.
"What are you doing, Daddy?" Came the small voice.
He smiled.
"Nothing really. It's nice just being here, with everyone, you know?"
The child had no idea what he was talking about, but nodded anyway. Seeing the way his head was tilted, the way his rounded ears were perked, she asked;
"What are you listening to, Daddy?"
"Nothing really. I can hear my heartbeat, my body, nature itself...it's nice, just being able to listen for a change. You can really hear things out here, you know?"
The girl nodded, still not sure what he meant, then cocked her head, noting the way his glazed eyes moved over the yard.
"What are you looking at, Daddy?"
The man smiled.
"Nothing really. I can see the stars, the grass, mommy, your brother;" He turned his head, "You..."
He let his voice trail off.
The girl paused before asking her next question.
"Daddy?"
"Hmmm?"
"Can I do nothing with you?"
The man smiled, and put his arm around his daughter; his little princess.
"Sure, Jazzy-pants. We can do nothing together."
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Bet you thought Danny was the father. ; ) It was going to be, but the Jack and Jazz father/daughter thing just doesn't get enough attention. Please review! Criticism is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!