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Father And Son by Bernard MacLaverty
The door swings open and he pushes a hand gun beneath the pillow.
This is my son who let me down. I love him so much it hurts but he won’t talk to me.
There’s a bang. A dishcloth drops from my hand and I run to the kitchen floor.
BANG!!
My son is lying on the floor, his head on the bottom stair, and his feet on the threshold.
There is no one else. I go to him with damp hands.
Are you hurt?
They have punched you and you’re not
badly hurt. Your nose is bleeding.
I take my sons limp head in my hands and see a hole in his nostril that should not be there.
My son, let me put my
arms around you.
Your hands shake in the morning, Da,
because you’re a coward. You think
the world is waiting round the corner to
Why do you always spy on me, you nosy old bastard?