Son,
Words have
been few and far between between us recently. I don’t want us to be like this
to each other. I know that I’ve done wrong but you need to see my side of
things as well.
You told me
that I was horrible and you made it out like I made you cry, but that’s not
right. This thing made you cry. Not having it made you cry. You shouldn’t let
something that’s just metal and springs and a leather strap be so important to
you. In any case, it’s gone and you’ll find out that life goes on without it.
To show you
how much you mean to me here’s a little of what I got for the watch. Your mum
would have wanted you to have money to buy what you want. She wouldn’t want you
to pine over some watch.
Your dad,
who loves you like always
kafka, anyone? :D
ReplyDeletedid this just wrote itself down out of nowhere, or is there some background story to it?
It's supposed to stand alone. Scribbled it down last night and posted it impulsively. I hoped that any reader would be able to imagine a background based on information included in the letter.
ReplyDeleteAlso, comparisons with Kafka, of any kind, are always welcome.