In response to Grandma Goulash's weekly micro-fiction challenge, I submit:
I used to hate this shed where he came to drink while he worked the wood. Now he was gone and I’d become as he had been.
Monday, July 25, 2011
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I used to hate this shed where he came to drink while he worked the wood. Now he was gone and I’d become as he had been.