Same Name Exactly
Not all sons love their fathers (prompted flash fiction: mobster, coat, alley)
I didn’t much enjoy sitting in the piece of shit car that smelled like puke, smoking, and watching Dad push a mop around a diner floor, but it didn’t break my heart either.
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The way he shuffled, dragging his right leg, I could see his back was…