Copyright – Björn Rudberg
“You little, git, how many times do I have to tell you to
play the strings right.” – At my school’s annual day rehearsal.
“Bollocks, you are wearing this to the dance? Are you sure
you got a date? I just hope it is a girl, faggot.” – On prom night.
“You know you were born straight out of a bottle of whiskey
and a torn condom.” – In an inebriated state, the day I invited Silvia to meet
my parents.
The flashback of the traumatic years with his father preoccupied
Steve’s brain as he glared at his father’s fingers, strumming the guitar.
Tapping at the bottle of liquid in his hand, he offered it
to his dad. “Dad, this will give the moisture to your fingers, it is the last
song, and you wouldn’t suffer.” “You insufferable
bastard,” he muttered under his breath.
With a crooked smile, he just waited for his father to touch
his lips again one last time, one last song, and eternal freedom.
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Wow! This kid's got a real grudge, doesn't he? I loved your phrases the dad says --- gives us the understanding as well as the experience. Well-done!
ReplyDeleteThanks.. wmq.. I am glad u liked it.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lot of hateful things he had to experience. It seems that he finally feels he can take no more. He'll no doubt suffer more because of this decision though. : ( Good story and well written.: )
ReplyDeleteThanks, P.S. and yes those deep unsettling emotions are inevitable.
DeleteDear Ramblings,
ReplyDeleteIt won't matter whether his father's dead or alive, that young man has a lot of issues to resolve. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Yes, maybe, his father ruined him for life.
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