Skipping a Beat

[philophobia.]

Abi:

[philophobia.]

"Of course, darling. Abi, you know I will always love you." Those were the last words he had ever spoken after our big fight.

My daddy died four days ago. He was already dead when they arrived. I recall so well when the call came. Mom called me inside after I had been practicing my skipping routine. She set the old BELL phone to speaker phone so we could both hear, yet I only heard little snippets. "Transport truck…glass through his skull…no one would have survived an accident like that." The thing is, I don't blame the accident on the truck driver, or even my Daddy.

I blame it all on me.

I had left my ropes all over the floor, and my brother Jim just had to trip over them. Daddy got mad at me for leaving my stuff laying around. I remember yelling, my eyes tearing up,