Quarter and Other Stories
Friday, May 27, 2011
Monosyllabic
I sat at the tomb. My dad was dead. His life just ash. All was lost. Mom, not mine, stood at the site. She told me to call her Mom now. I hate her more than my dead dad, her dumb kid, or her dog. All was lost.
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