a Prompt Response
other children had fathers, or
stories where the father had once been
–sometimes very good stories, with a chance of escape
until the very last. More often, the stories
were small beginnings with that little, sad, “the end”.
love this…its lightly stated sadness is underscored with something deeper…
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