My father called from somewhere.
He needed to sign some important documents and he’d forgotten his name again.
I asked where he was, I asked where he’d been.
I asked if he was alright, if he was wearing shoes and clothes.
He said, Just spell my name for me, son.
Bob Thurber is the author of “Paperboy: A Dysfunctional Novel” and two collections of stories. A celebrated master of Flash and Micro Fiction, his work has appeared in 60 anthologies, received dozens of awards, and been used in schools and colleges throughout the world. He resides in Massachusetts where, though legally blind, he continues to write every day. Visit his website at BobThurber.net.
Now this is the Thurber I love. So much said in the not-saying. Bravo, Bob, so nice….
Well done, Bob. As always, a good one. Thanks, Tim. Yes, it’s me… ever hopeful.
Great stuff, guys.
Wow. Gorgeous. Heartbreaking.