Drabble: A Lack of Synchronicity
Word Count: 100
It was something he always needed. Something he yearned for. Taking a sip of scotch, Giles allowed the warmth to envelop him. A poor substitute. His weary eyes combed the letter again, words running together, providing no solace.
He should have returned. Should have been there. But circumstances... his duty… his Slayer had needed him when news of his father’s declining health had reached him. Their timing had always been off. A lack of synchronicity.
Now all that was left were words on a page. A father’s pride. A father’s love. Words never uttered. Tenderness withheld. Time had run out.