More from Onyx Sun. Taliya has arrived at her father’s house which is out in the country, well away from the city.
The grass needed cut, except for where there were bare spots, and the old fruit trees that grew behind the house needed pruned. A wooden wishing well stood at the corner of the porch, a few flowers trying half-heartedly to bloom around it; and a few concrete lawn ornaments were visible among the untrimmed shrubbery around the porch. It had been years since she had been here and it seemed as if it was yesterday: nothing had changed.
She knocked and when the door opened she stood face to face with her father for the first time in fifteen years. Taulyn Swann was tall, lean, and in need of a shave, but there was no doubting their family resemblance; Taliya was looking at an older masculine version of herself.
“What did that door ever do to you?” he growled. “You’re family, you don’t knock.” He wrapped his arms around her, startling her: Maureena had never hugged her. “I have missed you,” he murmured. “I love you, kiddo.”
Want to read more snippets from some really great authors?
Check out Sunday Snippets on Face Book.