Happy Father’s Day…

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

He stopped the truck on the dirt road outside of town. It was just after dawn and the lack of sleep started to play with his sanity. What had it been? Three.. four days… since he last slept? 

He flipped down the visor and looked at the photo of his family, smiles on their faces. Alli in her pigtails next to Adam, her twin. Samantha looked just like her mom, Jessie, the love of his life since high school. And the sign they held, “Happy Father’s Day!”

Tears rolled down his eyes as he drifted off to sleep.

 

 

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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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