I pretended to be asleep when we got home, so Dad would carry me up to bed. He knew, but carried me up anyway.
Tom Velterop likes writing flash fiction and the beginnings of novels he never finishes.
by Tom Velterop
I pretended to be asleep when we got home, so Dad would carry me up to bed. He knew, but carried me up anyway.
Tom Velterop likes writing flash fiction and the beginnings of novels he never finishes.