“Don’t you ever tire of shoving your finger up noses?” The thick man, painted in tattoos and decorated in piercings glared. He put his finger up the dog’s nostril, marking where the stud would be placed by a black dot. 547 more words
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“It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.”
Father’s Day has always been hard for me, and I don’t know why I thought this year was going to be different, maybe it was wishful thinking that it would be easier, that suddenly the pain of a “presently absent” Father would heal itself; I was naively, foolishly wrong. 1,309 more words
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Feeling exuberant, I plunged into writing the first chapter of my memoir. My fingers ached from typing so much as the sentences flowed. After 700 words I happily read what I’d written. 295 more words