Go To Him

Of course, you think. It all makes sense now. Your father would never leave you on purpose. He came here, thinking you would know to follow him, knowing you would eventually follow the call of adventure as he did.

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“Dad!” you say, and you start running. The small orb of light that you’d been maintaining as you walked flickers once, twice, and then disappears, plunging you into darkness. You think you see the smooth skin and suction pads of an octopus tentacle wave in the darkness just as the light blinks out, but you can’t be sure. Then, you are wrapped up in your father’s arm, his many arms. They wrap around you, cradling your head and your shoulders and wrapping around your back as you cry into his shoulder for all the years you missed him. 

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The End