Margaret Atwood wrote in her novel, Cat’s Eye, that, “All fathers are invisible in daytime; daytime is ruled by mothers and fathers come out at night. Darkness brings home fathers, with their real, unspeakable power. There is more to fathers than meets the eye.”
To aid me with a little research, can you sum up fathers in one or two sentences?
With Mythic, a new quarterly SF&F magazine publishing my piece of short fiction, Holding Hands, next month, I wanted to give you a little back story about this rather personal tale.
A while ago my son and I were having some difficulty getting on. After around six months of very little communication between us, either verbally or physically, we happened to be walking back from town, him trailing behind in silence like usual. As we did so, I felt his hand slip in mine. It was wonderful, brief, and a beginning.
It was that moment which I attempted to capture in writing, and from that, Holding Hands developed. I’m not proficient enough as a writer yet to have done that, but I’ve tried. I hope you enjoy the story.
up the hill toward the fields.
a man and a boy and a plane.
what does my son carry today?
I was standing in my garage talking to a man who had an interesting way of coping. He said that whenever he had a row with his missus or he when he just needed time to think, he would pick up his spade, go into his garden, and dig a hole.
“Does it help?” I asked.
He told me that it helped very much.
I enquired about what he did with a hole once he had finished digging it.
“Fill it in,” he replied.
We both nodded knowingly.
This conversation took place over three years ago, yet I recall it frequently, and one day I might just dig a hole.