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.

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