Stories tagged fathers

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I found the knife in a fishing box in the closet. The box was made out of varnished wood. My father’s father had made it.

The Magician

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He now knew the impossible to be possible.

Parrot

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"Your mother does sailors," the parrot screeched.

Where They Have to Take You In

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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.

And Father Makes Three

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His father whistles The Torreador's Song in the kitchen; Mirko smells bacon.

Power Outage

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Three times, Dad, you died on the table...

sixteen magpies

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Sixteen magpies patrolled the patch of grass behind the house, splitting the soil with their shiny beaks and siphoning earthworms from the wet earth. Your blood and bile suctioned into waste receptacles, your sallow skin pitted and bluing as the sun made

Consider The Son

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Don’t forget, I’ve watched the evil you’ve done to the lawn for years, not to mention the chaos you’ve made of the woodshed. Don’t you remember me showing you how to properly stack the wood?

X, Vignette 4, Gennady Gennadyevitch Gromov

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Forty-five minutes ago Gennady had been flying through the air, too, and not in any figurative sense.

He Loved Her (In Honor of Father's Day)

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A man strolled by with perfect posture and a masterful comb-over. Bud gave me that 'get him' expression; sitting there with his own low side part. We razzed him about it all the time, but he still looked pretty-damn-good for seventy-five.

The Rest Home

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I have never known this man. / He is not who he is.

When I Uninvited my Father to Paris

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Even though my father died when my children were young, they know exactly who their Grandpa is. He is the me I swore never to be.

A Christmas Story

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Two days before Christmas 1946, my mother put me on an Illinois Central railroad train at the whistle stop of Neoga, Illinois.

Hill in Autumn

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Fall wildfire follows with leaves burning like embers of red, yellow, auburn and brown. She loved the view. Lisa Hill requested main floor access for her doctor, medical staff, and finally hospice where it seemed an appropriate choice for comfort and ca

my father's fear

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my father has a phobia of dentists./ he also once felt/ that if the house ran out of toilet paper/ he would lose his job.