The Last Lucid Day
ShortStory 3,201 words Recommended by 5 award/anthology sources
"You’re asleep in dreams of your father holding your head underwater, so the call from Magnolia Assisted Living goes to voicemail. “I didn’t raise a son of mine to count on his fingers,” your father says in the dream—because ah, yes, it’s all of your worst moments rolled into a single nightmare."
Content warnings 2
abusechild-abuse
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