I wanted to tell him before he left, now I may never get the chance. The thought kept replaying itself in my mind. The trip had been to say goodbye to Dad, now ninety years old, and no longer in good health. Since my exit from that hell-hole of a town he lived in, I … Continue reading The Last Goodbye
Writing Group Submissions
Samples of work generated for the Fredericksburg Writers Group.
The Gift
“Consider this an early birthday present,” Dad said as he put the wrapped present into Billy's hands. Though wrapped, Billy had no doubt what the present was – a soccer ball. “Thanks, Dad!” he gushed. As he quickly unwrapped it, Dad tousled the boy's hair. After marveling over the newness of the ball, he quickly … Continue reading The Gift
