A young boy can’t seem to move on after the death of his father.
On the Front Stoop – Defiant Scribe
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Intense story, really conveys a sense of suffocation. Thanks heavens for a buddy to play catch
We always need that friend, Robert, to make us feel good. It’s a pleasure to hear your feedback. 🙏🏻
“Suffocation” is just the right word to describe the sense conveyed by the story.
No fresh air to breathe for that young man.
Phone acting up, cant click on anything😳🧐
That’s a bummer Bag Lady. I’m glad you tried. 🙂🙂
I tried again from iPad, still no cigar….😄
I just updated the link. It could have been a problem on my end.
It worked! Fiction or no? A hard but common narrative.
Thanks for persisting. I only write fiction, but it has to have truth in it pieced together. Have a peaceful night.
Thanks
This was a powerful story. As miserable as the mother’s depression was making the narrator, I was able to feel for her, too. An untenable situation for both.
Yes. Everyone copes differently with loss, some not so rational.
Definitely a powerful story, Mark.
🙏🏻
Thanks, Theresa.
I like your use of specific details and imagery to set the mood of this story. We feel the undercurrent of grief without the narrator overstating it.
Thank you Evelyn for that observation. 🙏🏻🙏🏻