My father beamed at me from his leather recliner. “You know, having not been around each other, we’re a lot alike.”
Whiskey stench. The late night police visits. My mother’s black eyes.
Too young to remember, bet he thought.
But then, I hated him for that statement worse than anything.
Mike Hancock is a former wilderness guide and commercial fisherman. Now living in Wewoka, Oklahoma, he is an Adjunct Professor of English and a freelance writer. He holds a B.A. in English Literature and a M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. His fiction has appeared in multiple literary journals, and London’s Ether Books. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mike-Hancock/112992545466326
BRAVO! Very nice Professor. I actually gave it a 5 Star … (it posted 4).
Appears to be a more in depth story there
A lot of story in just 50 words! Certainly leaves the reader wanting more. Good job! Sad story.
Powerful ending. Excellent work at capturing voice and atmosphere on this one. Bravo!
I am surprised by how much of a story could be told with just fifty words. Definitely leaves me wanting to hear more of the story.
Intense father/son moment in 50 words. Speaks volumes about their past.
powerful – tells so much about the self-absorbed father and the pain of the angry son
Great piece! I agree with some of the others: there’s a lot more story here. Powerful last line.
great story. I hate his father, too, and truthfully you’ve told me all I want to know. Any more would just be whining.
So relatable ….. agree with Roxie, you’ve said all that needs to be said…