Flashes of Sanity #172: Forgiving Father

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Four times a week, a chapter of 500 words or less will be published. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.

Today’s entry: Forgiving Father

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“Lousy cretins, that’s what you are.” A bottle flew across the kitchen. It missed the wall and went into the living room. It hit Leo in the head and both crashed onto the carpet.
“Nothing but spoiled brats.”
Leo screamed his pain out into the room. His brothers stood beside him and looked. All except Felix. He was dozed off on the couch.
“What did I say about disturbing me?” Arthur came running into the living room He found the screaming son. He found the bottle. The cork came of. He poured the drink down his throat.
“I told you to never disturb me!”
The kid didn’t stop. Not even when Arthur grabbed the shoulders and shook the boy. He threw Leo back to the floor.
“I know how to silence you, you failed slobs.” Arthur disappeared into the kitchen. When he came back, he had another bottle in his hand.
“It took down that miserable sod of a brother you have. It will do the same with you!”
He pressed the boy’s cheeks together and forced the mouth open. The screams were muffled by the bottle. The blank liquid stopped them completely.
The boy coughed it up, Arthur pushed the bottle further down. “Drink, your miserable prick.”
Arms and legs fought to get free, but a father is always stronger than his sons. “Drink!”
The blankness went down. Arthur threw the bottle away and pressed his hands against the mouth when it all came pouring up. Leo swallowed while looking into the eyes of a father he once thought he loved.
“Now, go,” Arthur said and released Leo. He turned to the seven sons remaining. “Anyone else who wants to test me?”
The seven answered with silence as they watched their little brother stumble to the couch. Leo tripped and hit his head against the table. Not even a whimper left his lips, and the little boy didn’t rise after.
“I thought so,” Arthur turned back to the kitchen. “Now leave your father alone until dinner, okay?”
No son moved until dinner. When he called for them, they only hesitantly moved away from their corner in the shadows.

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Flashes of Sanity #129: Resurrected Father

Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your daily dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.

Today’s entry: Resurrected Father

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“Where is Mitch?” Little Leo locked over his shoulder as if the lost brother would miraculously appear behind him
“We don’t know Leo,” Felix said. He swallowed. With what’s showing on the news. That could only mean one thing.
The ten had become nine.
Two fists hammered against the door. Again.
“You lousy rascals, let me in!”
“Please, make him stop.” Dan said. His glasses fell of his left ear and hang across his face.
“Is this how you treat family? Lock them out? Force them to stand outside in the rain? Is that really the Sooly-way I have taught you?”
“Maybe we you should let him in?” Oliver asked.
“Are you thick?” Felix punched Oliver so hard he fell into Greg. In a reaction to the sudden hit Greg spat out all his cereal. Greg stretched for another spoon full of cereal and found comfort in the crunches between his teeth.
“He will kill us!” Felix continued. “Do you want to die?”
“At least then I will meet Mitch.”
Felix’s hand stopped mid air, hovering centimeters from Oliver’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I would like to meet him too.”
“You know what?” The father outside said. “I don’t want to play nice anymore! You will pay for not letting me in. You will pay for not visiting my grave!”
“Do you think he has been drinking?” Adam sad.
“Probably.” Felix sighed. “As immortal he probably is drinking all the time.”
A window shattered in the kitchen. A father’s laughter raged inside the house. His steps created vibrations in the wooden floor.
“Papa, is here for you now!”
“I want to hide,” Leo said. “Why don’t we hide?”
“Don’t you worry,” Felix said. He put his arm around his little brothers. He remembered how Mitch always stood between them and the punches. He swallowed. “You can hide behind me.”
Arthur Sooly stood in front of them. The red eyes popped out of the once dead body.
“You are mine.” He panted. “You are all mine.”
Felix stared straight into the fire. He prepared himself. Behind them the sobs of eight brothers strengthened him.
“Welcome home father,” he said. “I have been waiting for you.”

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