Competition Twenty-Five Highly Commended: Guarding the Broken Gate
Even Dad can’t joke his way out of dying. My sister called; she was fierce. Adamant. I must see him – he’s my father after all. I protested, she pleaded. Begged. Twenty-five years is a long time to not know him. I have reasons, of course – their weight a ton of rocks that […]
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