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I sat with my boy on the edge of the prairie, sunshine dwindling in the west. Passing a bottle of whiskey between us.
"You see," I said, "rules. Make sure she has the same color hair."
My son nodded, sipping, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"And stay away from strippers," I added gruffly, "waste of money."
"And the glitter gets fucking everywhere," he said, passing the bottle to me.
I regarded my son, who looked so much like me. I took another sip, scowling at the setting sun.
"Well," I muttered, "we outta be heading back."

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    Drew Martyn 9 months ago

    Tremendous drabble! An awesome moment captured in 100 words. Not just in content, but also in the way it's written, it's like Charles Bukowski if he ever gave fatherly advice :) Nice one.

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