brother

I had a thought about a short story in flash fiction form, but it sort of turned into a poem. I like it.

Brother, a story:

phantom child

shaped my life by his absence

little bastard

Flash fiction is successful because it suggests instead of revealing. This one, which has been floating around in my head for a month, came to life when I added the phrase “little bastard.”

Small word count; big effect.

– Abe

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