2021-01-16
Start and finish one short story. How hard can it be?
Songs we sing to close the gap
We were both staring at the water. Watching the blue become a deeper and lighter again as the tide rolled out. He started speaking without turning to look at me.
“I've always hated the church bells by our house. Now I hate them more.”
I turn to look at him, my father in profile. “You can't mean, that? Pop you and Mom have lived here for forty years. Seaside view, church nearby. I thought you loved it here.”
“You're mother loved it here. I loved it because she loved it. I missed the city like you wouldn't believe.
I had enough real life for one day. Coming from my mother's graveside.
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