Scene One – REAL MAN – Mequon, Wisconsin, April 1960
Strings screech, hum, and sing with never intended song. Gold and black-varnished maple, the color of sunlight in our windowless garage attic breaks over Dad’s knee. Splinters, like dead autumn leaves, drop to the floor.
Scene 1 – ALPHA – Willamette National Forrest, McKenzie Bridge, Oregon, October 1984
“Watch your line Davy,” I say. “You’re almost in the rapids. Try to work your line over by the edge of the stream. The biggest salmon hide in the pools.”
“Okay Dad,” Davy chirps.
Dad. Seems like I can’t get enough time with Davy since Sally left me.
“I want sole custody, Bobby,” she screamed. My courage to disagree evaporated. The judge agreed with Sally.
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I write personal essays, creative non-fiction, flash fiction, and self-development articles from my home in Madison, Wisconsin.