There was silence. My dad felt lower than any point in his life, even worse than the day my mother walked out on him. His shiny bald head reflected the harsh ceiling light; his blue eyes sparkled with tears. He knew that the bottle was destroying him from the inside out. He also knew that I was giving him an opportunity to get sober.
Excerpt from Detox. Read Detox on Friday Flash Fiction.
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A piece of raw reality! Very well done.
Dwight
Thanks, Dwight.
Poignant. Love how you have been able to express so much with just a few lines.
Thank you.
Very emotional!
This is love. I know deep in your heart, you are weeping silently.
That’s for sure.