Woefully Average

Gossamer let her thoughts tumble over and over, like a stream stuck spinning in a circle in search of a way out to the sea. At first she didn't notice her father's presence but soon her gaze was drawn to him. A tumble of emotions collided and held her frozen. She wanted to scream at him, she wanted to run to him for a hug, she wanted to turn away in shame or even stalk away. A lack of conviction in direction kept her rooted to the spot. Her lips parted, searching for words as she attempted to keep her voice level. "Do you think I'm a failure?" Gossamer gazed at him, wanting to say more but unable to order the words in her mind with enough confidence to grant them freedom, so she held onto them, keeping them trapped behind her teeth.