Chuck’s Flash Fiction Challenge of the week: Bad Parents.
I struggled with this one because my parents are actually pretty good ones by virtually every yardstick I have by which to measure them. And, you write what you know, right? So I was stuck. I thought about writing to the news of the week, with the guy who essentially cooked his kid alive in a car, but the thought of getting inside a mind like that turned my stomach. Then I remembered this story which was told to me by a sweet old lady at the mall while we were chatting about my boy about a week ago.
So I decided to steal it and spruce it up.
Just a Sec, Ty
The dull hum of the food court is the roar of Fenway Park. Tyler checks the runner, catches a signal, tips his brim with sweaty fingers and…
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