Saturday, February 1, 2020

My Son Gives Me A Gift

I mentioned you twice already in my creative writing class, Max said.

Really, why?

I told them you were a writer.  That’s why I was taking this class, to see what you had gone through.

I blinked.

And to see if I wanted to do it, he added.

My throat closed.

Cool, I said, casual.

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