Desperate Architect

Blueprints of the tower covered the threadbare carpet.  Tiny slippered feet shuffled toward the desk.

“Daddy?”

His glass thunked on the drafting desk.  “What’s wrong?”

“Where’s Mommy?”

“Gone.”

“Gone where?”

“She’s gone James!  Go back to bed.”

James sniffled as his blanket dragged across the flat towers.

“And no crying.”

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