Despite the bruises, she insisted that my father was a good man.
After drinking one evening, his car hit a tree. The surgeon said he may not survive.
With tears streaming down her face, we both prayed.
Just before midnight, he passed.
My prayers, not my mother’s, had been answered.
Bud is a disabled veteran who writes short stories and flash fiction.
Great honesty.
Helen,
Thanks for reading my story.
BP
Well done. The ending gave me a chill.
Thank you so much for reaching my story.
What a gut punch!
Thanks for reading.
I love it!
Thank you for the positive feedback.
Very powerful!
I appreciate your feedback. Thanks!
This is excellent. We all pray for different things. How does God sort it all out?
Thanks for the positive comments. Also, I have no idea how God sorts things out.
Great story, very well done!
Thank you Sandra for your positive comments.
Loved it! Reminded me of my childhood nightmares.