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Untitled: Opus Minimus No 23

  • Anonymous
  • Nov 17, 2016
  • 1 min read

IN A WHEELCHAIR AT A TABLE with two other men, my eyes sliding past him at first then finding him – man, I am NOT used to seeing him like this! – we spot my father. In his new home.

Crouching next to him, I say quietly,

“Hey, old man. I told you I’d get you close. I said I’d keep you safe.”

“Hmph,” he says back. “You took your time.”

Our eyes meet and he smiles…

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ELVIS IS IN THE BUILDING!

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