The campfire crackled as my terminally ill father shared family stories with my teenage son. The Milky Way above us witnessed the transfer of traditions. My chest puffed up with pride at my son’s rapt attention, until the final story.
That’s when I found out I’m not my father’s son.
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First Published: 31 January 2020, The Friday Fix (RIP) on Medium.com
Image Credit: René Rauschenberger on Pixabay.com
The Story Behind this Story
Families have stories they pass down from one generation to another. The image inspired this tiny story, and then the story’s final line came to me first. When it was on The Friday Fix, the readers on Medium.com really liked this one. Will you?
Yes, the end has a twist, which is one of our favorite features of a 50-word micro flash fiction story.
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