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Monday, November 29, 2004
100-word story
“I hate you,” said the father, to his son. “I never wanted you. Born from your mother, but shunned by me.”
Wide-eyed he held the baby. It cried. Tears touched his expressively angered face.
“It would be best if you didn’t have to go through this life.” He placed his hand in his pocket. Pulled it out. It shines in the meek light of a moonlit window. “So I will do what time will once; what other forces may. I will take your life.”
A scream. She’s by the door, watching. All she sees is blood falling on the carpet.
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