Inheritance
I think of my father taking me to see Batman opening night. Teaching me poker at the cabin. Demonstrating the slick footwork for the moonwalk. I think of his hitching laughter drifting up through the vents, intruding on my sleep. His fractured conversations. The hushed sobbing. I think of the shine on the hospital floors. His rough beard worn like a muzzle. The smell of Lysol and shit. His glassy eyes, wet like fishbowls. I think of how people say we look alike. That depression runs in the family. How tomorrow I’ll be older than he was when he jumped.
Photo Credit: Viri G
Perfection.
Great pacing to the powerful ending.
Thought provoking. Caused me to gasp audibly.
Well worded. Hard ending but unfortunately life. Written well!!
Lovely visual detail, and what an ending!
Wow, a gut-punch ending. Love it.
A whole life, deteriorating, in 100 words.
Very well done. Brutal and poignant.