once upon a time is such a cliche

moodboard. Ancestors Above.

The drive to Melinda’s was like driving through a very small but very serious hurricane. Sideways blowing rain he could barely see through. A wind that blew him off the road only to have him almost overcorrect more than a few times.

The person who opened the door wasn’t the person he expected. He moved inside as Daisy called out, “Phil! Phil! Phil!”

He removed his drenched jacket before picking her up, placing it on the coat rack. “Hey, Angel Eyes.” He hugged her tight and kissed her cheek. Melinda wasn’t the only one he missed. “Where’s your mom?”

“In there!” Daisy pointed her small hand down the hall towards the bathroom. “The fire burned her!” she told him with the most serious little expression.

“Oh, dear,” he said, trying not to sound as concerned as he suddenly felt. “Let’s go see.”

He made his way carefully through the house and came to a stop when he found her standing in the living room. “Mel?”