I Asked For It

I was welcomed by a strong smell, It was a putrid smell,
The kind that makes your eyes swell,
A mix of old fruit and alcohol.
It was in the air, on his clothes and on the walls.

This drunk was once my father's best friend;
Funny how things change.

He smiled a dirty, foul smile; asked me to sit,
So I did.

" So you want to know about your father?" He yelled.
"Yeah" I answered.

"There's not much I can say son,
Took himself out with a shotgun. "
He said matter-of-factly,
That was exactly
All I knew,
"Tell me something new."
I said; His eyes widened,

"He didn't like children." He declared.

Reviews

[Inda]

Oh Inda, I love you go from "I" to "his" in your first stanza, for it makes it a little more mysterious to me.. if it's about you, or another persona... then further, I get the picture, so clearly.... it's so rather sad, and poignant what you let me read, but I love it the same way, for it's a fact that happens to many of us, being that neglected by a parent... You capture, the moment so well, I could smell the alcohol, great job dear.

- Elisa

[Inda]

Thanks, i wrote this little piece of fiction with a smile on my face as i particularly like to write like this, even if it is less conventional. Thanks for taking the time, means a lot!

Yes, that's what I thought already in the first place, but it was done so well, it seemed fantasticly real, "YOU GOT ME CONFUSED" haha, great compliment to you.... for that. Always dear, always, you are precious to me buddy.