50 Word Stories: Respect

In the evenings, we practised singing. When our father returned, we stopped. Our neighbours asked us why we deceased? Our father was a good man who didn't drink or promote fear, nor treat us poorly. So why, they'd say? He deserved some quiet, our reply. As he did our respect.

11 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: Respect

  1. I don’t believe you would have enjoyed my father’s company so much. Your father reads like a saint. Bless him.

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