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His Father’s Writing

“Do you read your father’s writing?” she asked. 

There was silence. I stared at my hands. I knew the answer. She had to ask again.

“Do you read your father’s writing?”

He shook his head. Mumbled a no. She asked why.

“It’s just too weird,” he said. She asked why. He talked about being the subject and reading about himself.

It’s true, that he used to feature prominently. Biking and running on the trails. Camping trips. But that was when he was young(er). It has been a very long time since he’s appeared here.