Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the prompt, and Ted Strutz for the photo.
This is not my best work, I admit. But I do have a past. I am human. …Stop looking at me like that…
My father, I barely knew. He’d divorced and remarried before my first memories had formed. But I remember that one time we visited a small seasonal dwelling.
The place had no power. A generator was used for pumping water, in case anyone used the bathroom. The place did, oddly have electrical outlets despite being disconnected from the world. I don’t remember sleeping there.
I fell out of contact with Dad some years ago. Part of aging in “nowheresville.” Electronic outlets and emotional switches, I miss life. I want to remember. I want to reconnect. But do I miss him?
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