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The Final Curtain

My childhood nightmares centered on images of my father threatening to throttle me. Throughout the years my mother and I had clung together, enduring his insults and criticism. When my mother died, I was eighteen. I immediately abandoned my father to begin my own life.

I erased my father from my thoughts entirely. Years later a nurse called to inform me that my father was dying. "Good riddance!" I muttered. Yet a disturbing sense of guilt suddenly assaulted me. I found myself at his bedside. His shriveled body evoked pity and I startled myself by saying, "Dad, I'm sorry we've been estranged."

"I'm not your father," he mocked.

With that, he convulsed and died.

Story by:

Judy Pais

31 December 2017