A Father And Son Story, by R.A. Davis

photo-53“You want to be a writer? Here.” He found a pen and an unlined memo tablet. Wrote: LIFE DEATH. “Now, write me a third word as big as the first two!” And walked away.

I instantly knew the third word but was afraid to write it. The word came by intuition, and Dad was a man of logic. If he demolished my word I’d never have forgiven him.

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Comments

  1. Gary Ogden says:

    Don’t know what to say. Fine piece of writing. That same war shortened my father’s life to the first 3 years and 7 months of my own. High school English was an exceptional and crucial part of my development of literacy, the other part being gobs of reading. I was lucky and fortunate with fine English teachers. Books, and cats and plants, my companions more than humans.

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