"His chances of surviving are bleak," the doctor said, "It maybe time to say goodbye."
"Dad, I'm queer. I'm sorry I never told you," his son whispered.
All were shocked. There wasn't a sound around the room, not even him breathing. Suddenly, there was a hiccup.
"I always knew, son." The father breathed his last.
Wrote it for 3WW. Haven't written here in a while and had to kickstart! The words were: Queer, bleak and hiccup.
7 comments:
Well, you've certainly come back to us with a bang. Nice job.
awefome job gal !!!
They always know. Nice work.
Thanks so much. It feels so nice to be back :D
Thank you thank you
Thanks a lot :D
fantabulous !!!
sorry m late!
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