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Something Rotten

January 26, 2017 8 Comments

Something Rotten
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Last night I saw my father’s ghost.

In a sepulchral whisper he told me he had been murdered by my uncle, who had designs on my mother.

I told him I knew.

I told him he was a worthless drunk who broke Mother’s arm a week before he died, that we had lived in fear of him, that the best thing Uncle Claude ever did for us was to kill him. I told him he would wander forever, unmourned.

Then I went and got drunk.

Through my morning hangover I’m glad of what I said. Though my head hurts something rotten.

By Ian Rennie

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  1. Bobby Warner says

    January 26, 2017 at 7:56 am

    The old Bard himself might have liked this one! Well done.

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    • Nina Lubbren says

      January 26, 2017 at 11:02 pm

      ??

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  2. Dianne Hendricks says

    January 26, 2017 at 9:56 am

    An update for our times. Very nice!

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  3. alphabetstory says

    January 26, 2017 at 12:31 pm

    Enjoyed that immensely.

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  4. jfxmcl says

    January 26, 2017 at 2:01 pm

    well played

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  5. M.C. Neuda says

    January 26, 2017 at 5:04 pm

    I love humor in flash fiction (or any fiction for that matter)! Very nicely done!

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  6. mick says

    January 27, 2017 at 3:16 pm

    Great stuff, Ian! Regards to Ophelia…

    Reply
  7. Kagehaf says

    January 30, 2017 at 5:12 am

    good work.

    Reply

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