#71 Lunch with the Hawkins (400 words)

Inspired by: My Blank Pages

Sadie pulled into the driveway of her childhood home. Her mother, brother, and grandmother greeted her when she opened the front door. 

“Sadie, you were supposed to be here hours ago.” Sadie’s mother, Heather, said, ushering everyone into the kitchen where her father sat reading. 

“Sorry, mom. I had car trouble. I had to find a mechanic in the middle of nowhere.”

“You make enough money. You should replace that old thing.”

“It’s expensive in the city. It’s not worth the expense.”

“It’s not expensive here.”

“I just got here I don’t want to fight about this already.”

“So we’re going to have a fight? I better get prepared.”

Sadie sighed. Her father, Logan, put down the book. 

“What’s up, doc?”

“Hi, dad. Not much. Sorry I couldn’t make it out for the holiday.”

“It’s fine. Your brothers always around.”

Heather brought Sadie a plate of food. The whole family sat at the table and watched Sadie eat. 

“How’s your medical program going? We’re so proud of you, darling.”

“Thanks, gram. It’s going well.”

“Then you’ll be moving back here and giving us free treatment? We’re not getting any younger, so we’re going to recoup our investment.” Heather said.

“I’m not sure. I can’t just quit. There are contracts, and it’s complicated.”

“It’s not that complicated, though. We paid for everything you have, and we want you to live here. What happened to the little girl going who wanted to open a clinic for the needy, Marieville?”

“Geez, you make me sound like such an old kid. I want to give back to the community, but there’s still a lot of work I can do in Beacon. A lot of skills I can learn and bring back here. There is a lot of value in staying in Beacon a while longer.”

“Well, what else do you have going on? Are you seeing anyone?”

“I am, his name is Ein. He works at the hospital.”

“Oh, another doctor! Sounds like a TV show!”

“He’s not a doctor, but he works in the lab. He tests blood and guts and stuff.”

Her parents were less impressed. 

“He’s nice, though. Taking things slow… real slow.”

Heather checked her watch.

“Finishing up. We’re running late for dinner. Let’s go, everyone. Let’s go!”

“What? Why did you make me eat this then?”

“It was your lunch. It’s not my fault you were late. Move it!”

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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