Closer

[drjeff]

I have a scant few memories of my dad - an early one, five o’clock shadow scratchy against my face when he hoisted me one evening, booze on his breath. A later one, me at 13, him telling his twin daughters that I had mountains right in my town as I showed them a picture I had taken at my junior high school. Tarry sands at Holland, Michigan. A

Comments

[alycewilson]

Now I'm going to dream about foxes! Like I told you when I first read this, I really like how this piece plays off the idea of trying for closeness, and yet the dream of closeness is never achieved.

[basric]

This actually was kind of sad. Well written. But sad.

[lawchicky]

I'm sorry you had such a minimal relationship with your dad. My dad and I have a complicated relationship, but I'd still call us close, even when I have to fight good sense to keep it that way.

[pixiebelle]

This was very sad. I'm sorry your relationship with your dad wasn't great :/

[whipchick]

I like how you say so much about the relationship through images and dreams, and how the way you each related to dreams tells a lot about how you are different from your dad. Nice allegory.