Photo prompt: Janet Puddicombe
The morning was overcast but the weatherman promised afternoon sunshine. “A perfect day,” the man in his not-quite-fitting suit gushed, and Lola felt protective. No one better dare mock him!
It didn’t take a doctorate to recognize what he woke in her: Her father, hiding repeated humiliations, readying to leave for yet another job interview that he already knew would likely go to someone younger and better educated, with no giveaway accent and a lighter complexion.
“Go get’em, Dad,” she’d tell him as he’d fuss over the knot of his tie or the papers in his attache.
“Thank you, Querida,” he’d say as he buttoned the jacket for his only suit, the one that didn’t fit him as it should. Or perhaps never had. He’d certainly gotten it off the rack.
She’d tried to convince him to get one tailor-made.
“I’m no big boss, Querida,” he’d always shrug her off. “Just a man looking for a job. Perhaps one day, Lola, when you’re a doctor, for your graduation, I’ll buy me one.”
She eyed his favorite flowers. Bought as she had those days, to cheer him up.
“Perhaps,” she whispered, buttoning her cape, “you’d have gotten that suit. Today, Dad.”
For the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge