“Careful, my lease says I can’t leave holes in the walls,” my dad says, as he lights a cigarette and starts a coughing fit that shakes his 98-pound 65-year-old frame. I’m not used to his thinness; if anything I’m more accustomed to his slightly puffy face from a long-term prednisone prescription.
"My dad, it seems, is perpetually waiting for dinner guests who never arrive." and "They were bad-acting their own lives." Gah! stunner.
A fantastic story, with a story in a story.
Thank you ... complicated and simple ... like most relationships with parents. Well done.
What a wonderful story!
Beautiful writing. As someone who's close with my dad, this really hit home.
This is beautiful
This was beautiful, Silas. Thank you.
Amazing writing. TY!
“Careful, my lease says I can’t leave holes in the walls,” my dad says, as he lights a cigarette and starts a coughing fit that shakes his 98-pound 65-year-old frame. I’m not used to his thinness; if anything I’m more accustomed to his slightly puffy face from a long-term prednisone prescription.
“Your lease also says you can’t smoke,” I say.
Stunning.