When the town-sheriff reported my mother dead, my grandfather disagreed.
Where’s her body, he said. Show me a body.
I drove us downtown. Our visit to the morgue silenced the old man.
That’s not her, he said on the ride home. There’s a resemblance, but I know my own daughter.
Bob Thurber is the author of six books. Regarded as a master of Flash and Micro Fiction, his work has appeared in Esquire and other magazines, been anthologized 60 times, received a long list of awards, and been utilized in schools and colleges throughout the world. He resides in Massachusetts. Visit his website at BobThurber.net.
Bob, you always creeped us out. Now you’re ruining my old age; stop it!
Good work, per usual. My writer-to-writer highest accolade, I hate you…
Greatly appreciated. [‘>/)
Bob
http://www.bobthurber.net/
“There’s a resemblance, but I know my own daughter.”
Excellent! Very tight yet speaks volumes.
Very intriguing!