My Son Demanded Rent at Christmas Dinner

chip on the rim.

And from the top shelf of the bedroom closet, the watch box I had forgotten in the first rush to leave.

Daniel followed me to the bedroom door.

“That was Dad’s?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I thought you took his watch.”

“I did.”

“Then what’s in there?”

I opened the box.

Inside was a second watch.

A cheap Timex with a cracked face.

Daniel stared at it.continue reading …