“Tell me, son, which university are you going to apply for?”
I chew slowly and swallow. “I don’t want to go.”
“What?” he whispers.
“Uni was your dream, Dad. Not mine.”
He walks away, plate only half-empty.
I look at Mum. “Sorry.”
Mum squeezes my hand. “He’ll come round. Promise.”
Laura Besley squeezes writing into the beginning and end of her day, when her young son is sleeping. She has been published in several anthologies and online. She recently moved back to the UK after ten years abroad.
Order up yells the cook. Spattered shoes pinching toes scurry from table to table, pouring coffee, delivering fake smiles painted with morning lipstick.
She scrapes seventy-five cents in quarters, nickels and pennies into her apron. An eight-fifty breakfast should have been a dollar-twenty-five tip. She majored in math in college.
Jeff Switt is a retired advertising agency guy who loves writing flash fiction, some days to curb his angst, other days to fuel it. His words have been featured at Dogzplot, Boston Literary Review, Flash Fiction World, Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 Word Story, A Story in 100 Words, 101 Word Stories, and Shotgun Honey, and have appeared at lots of places that take whatever you send in.