I discovered Six Sentences the other day, thanks to my friends at LibraryThing. This piece is the first thing I am writing for that blog. It is a rewrite of a longer short-short I jotted down several years ago when I was not in a happy place.
“Have you ever noticed the similarity between absence and abscess?” she had asked me years ago after her father died. Today, I think I understand what she meant, but her absence seems more like an unrelenting cancer than an abscess. I look at the sunset and wish I could reach across the Void to ease the ache. Turning to my oldest daughter, I repeat her mother’s words.
“Christ, Dad,” she exclaims as if I have affronted her newfound adulthood. “Do you always have to be so fucking weird?”
