Oh, interesting comment! I hadn't looked at it like that but I see what you mean. To me, it seemed one of those prompts that tells the story for you and I was just attempting to subvert that by taking an unusual line. They addressed me as the father, so I thought about how I'd feel as the father and expressed that, at the same time avoiding having to continue a story in which the punchline has already been stolen by the prompt.
As regards mystery, that comes of having only one half of a conversation - we never hear what the daughter is saying and have to work that out for ourselves. ;)
LOL, Blueyez, I can't deny the thought of WDC crossed my mind as I was writing this. But typos are sent to plague me. No matter how many times I edit, there's always at least one that slips through.
“Just my luck,” is oft my cry,
I hardly need to tell you why,
for life it sees me as a joke;
it’s true that I’m that kind of bloke.
For instance if I had a brolly,
for some that would be awful jolly,
but then the rain would turn to drought
and wind would blow my brolly out.
The other day I fell for you
and I just had to tell you true;
I should have known my words so sweet
would send you running down the street.
So now I’m here and all alone,
my love for you has only grown;
for “limerence,” that is the word.
to hope for more is just absurd.
Line count: 16
Quatrains rhymed aabb
For Cards Against Authors, Week Eight Prompt Prompt Card: The wind blew your umbrella inside out. Word Cards: Limerence, Locket (You only need to use ONE of the word cards) Wild Card: Mood: Monachopsis - n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
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