Hard Hitting Visitation
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2011
Kimberley walked to the front door, and gasped as she spied her father's brother Charles. She smiled at him as he strode inside, and he took off his hat as he let the arid zone's dust dribble from his shoulders. Charles took off his jacket, and threw it onto the floor. As he did the jacket splat onto the hardwood floors like a dust bomb! Kimberley immediately picked the item off the floor, and put the coat in the laundry machine. She then returned to sweep the floor. Kimberley felt puffed as she finished the clean up with a toss of her hand. She then smiled as she turned in order to see what Charles was up to.
Kimberley found Charles in the guest bedroom on the guest bed. She hung around by the door for a moment, and then quietly she slipped inside. Kimberley bit on her lip as she strutted up to the bed, and then she glared at Charles who had become lost in a land of dreams. Kimberley wanted to know what he had done, and where he had been; however there she was unable to ask with him being tuckered out so!
Kimberley shrugged, returned to the living room, and began to read. She glared at her story book until her eyes felt weak and weary. With the love story printed on her brow she took the book down as the door opened and closed. Kimberley rose from her chair, and then she moved to the door with interest. Kimberley smiled as she saw her father Paul at the door as he hung his clean coat.
“There's a bit of dust on the hanger;” Paul complained as he kitted his brows. “Your mother would have cleaned it...” he muttered, before he gasped , turned away, and then bit on a knuckle.