I have a weird obsession to writing death-fics.
Daddy
"Daddy, daddy!" a small girl wailed to a tall man, who stood next to her and two smaller boys who appeared to be identical twins. "Daddy, what are they doing to mommy!?"
The father looked at the small girl, his eyes watering. "Mommy's...taking a trip. A really, really long trip, to where my brother and mother are. To somewhere better." The girl blinked. "When will she be back?" the girl said.
The man closed his eyes that reflected the sun and closed his eyes. "She won't be coming back. She can't."
The two teenage boys next to the man frowned in sadness as the little girl began crying again. "Why not?" she cried, watching the funeral go on. "She won't be able to work on your leg if she's gone, Daddy. What happens if you break it? If she comes back she'll get really mad and hit you with a wrench!"
A ghost of a smile fell across the man's face. "Yeah. Truth knows she'll chase me down from...where she's going...just to hit me with a wrench."
The little girl closed her eyes and smiled. "So she might come back?"
The man paused. "Sorry, Jaycee, she won't be coming back."