Prayer
by Hostess on Dec.21, 2009, under One Shots, Uncategorized, drabble
“Hey Dad?” She bobbed on her heels, the curls in her pigtails bouncing. Her small pink hands grasped onto the corner of his armchair as she leaned towards him.
“Yes Princess? He glanced down through the narrow passage between the newspaper and his face.
“Would you pray for me?”
The newspaper sank a little, crackling slightly as it wrinkled in his hands. “What’s wrong?”
Princess beamed, her curls bouncing a second time. “Oh, nothing’s wrong Daddy.”
“Oh?”
“Mommy says that when two or more people pray, God’s with ‘em.”
“Mm-hm.” One of his eyebrows stretched to the ceiling knowingly. “And what are you praying for?”
“A pony.”
“A pony? But Princess….”
“Would you please pray for me? Pretty please?”
“Of course. But don’t get mad at me if God says to wait.”
