The end came soon, Tim took the page to join his dad in the coffin, he would say the prayer for him one last time. One line of his mum’s handwriting jumped from the faded page, ‘Please, don’t tell Tim you are not his real Dad.’
Tim’s old Dad took out the worn page from his shirt pocket and read it yet again as if he was at war with himself. Tim didn’t interfere, thinking it was a prayer, isn’t that what old people did when they knew they were getting near the end, look for comfort in some mantra.
The end came soon, Tim took the page to join his dad in the coffin, he would say the prayer for him one last time. One line of his mum’s handwriting jumped from the faded page, ‘Please, don’t tell Tim you are not his real Dad.’
Jacqui Wiley
7/11/2022 03:21:56 pm
Thanks Jim 😉
Rashna Tessa Walton
28/10/2022 07:37:28 pm
Uh oh.
Jacqui Wiley
7/11/2022 05:09:48 pm
Thank you Rashna 😉
Sue Clayton
29/10/2022 08:06:47 am
What an unfortunate time to discover the truth.
Jacqui Wiley
7/11/2022 05:10:43 pm
Terrible timing Sue 😉
Shoshauna Shy
29/10/2022 10:12:33 pm
Did not expect *that*! Well-done.
Jacqui Wiley
7/11/2022 05:11:49 pm
Delighted it surprised you Shoshauna 😉
Cindy Patrick
30/10/2022 02:02:55 pm
That's a devastating story.
Jacqui Wiley
7/11/2022 05:12:35 pm
Glad it caused a wee stir Cindy 😉 Comments are closed.
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