At first, she thought it was her own choking sobs echoing through the attic. Laura sniffed and took a shuddering breath. The muffled cries continued.
She crawled until the sound was clearer. A pinprick of light erupted from the floor. She realized that the drywall was crumbled in that spot, allowing sound from the room below into the attic.
“Marla, oh my heart…not strong…you were the strong one…”
Laura stilled, recognizing her father’s grief stricken voice. It was a side she’d never seen. He was always a “man’s man”, never showing weakness, never showing tears. Her anger melted a little.
~*~*~
Another week, another song. Leeroy is apparently pleased with the selection of I Cut Like A Buffalo by The Dead Weather.
I offer another snippet to my Love, Labored, Lost story. Laura learns something new 
August 2, 2012 at 4:56 pm
Loving the conflict & suspense here!
August 1, 2012 at 9:24 pm
This was so good! I must go back to read from the beginning. Thank you for coming by
August 1, 2012 at 9:13 pm
Glad to see that Dad just might be a human being LOL! A side of him we don’t expect.
August 1, 2012 at 7:37 pm
Oh, in the attic again. I feel something building!! PS I love the new look and the theme!
August 1, 2012 at 9:00 pm
Thanks
more changes coming
August 1, 2012 at 6:20 pm
Yeah, you’ve brought complication and depth to the dad. I love the last line. Good 100, Carrie.
August 1, 2012 at 6:09 pm
Depending on when the story is set, this might be plaster, rather than drywall.
August 1, 2012 at 8:57 pm
Very true. I like the idea of plaster
August 1, 2012 at 6:09 pm
Oh! I like Dad as a conflicted character!