This the last installment of the story of Peregrine and Becky. My apologies if this one is a little less stand-alone. However, here are the previous editions: 1. Peregrine’s Bar, 2. Clue 43, 3. Midnight Call, 4. Special Becky, 5. Freakish Becky. Obviously when you write flash-fiction, a lot of the story has to be implied. I am planning on writing a novella of the whole story of Peregrine and Becky. It should be ready in about…6 months or so, if I’m lucky. You know how it goes. However, I will let you know when it is ready, if anyone is interested.
Peregrine knelt in the Parisian apartment and held his daughter Becky as she sobbed in his arms.
“You came for me, Dad.”
“I didn’t want to kill them.”
“I’m sorry about Mom.”
“Don’t bring that up again. It was an accident.”
“Can we go home now?”
He nodded and took her hand. “Hey, do you know when we first knew you had a special gift?”
“You were four. You whispered and made a street performer jump through his piano.”
Becky smiled and Peregrine’s heart almost melted. If he could, he would keep her smiling forever.