“I’m sorry Jim, he was never yours,” she said, pulling the the child away. That was the last time he saw his son.
Tag: son
Scent of a Man
She checks the answering machine as soon as she enters the house, something she’s done for more years than she can remember, hoping against hope that he will finally call, and she can be happy again.
Trying to absorb his scent from his clothes, she sniffs and sniffs until her nose feels raw, and then the crushing reality once again slams her upside her head, and crushes her heart: Her son is dead.
Soccer Practice
After a few hours of practice I went to pick up my boy at soccer practice today. He screamed at me but I managed to quiet him down with duct tape and some rope.
Soccer Practice
After a few hours of practice I went to pick up my boy at soccer practice today. He screamed at me but I managed to quiet him down with duct tape and some rope.