The beginning by Neonewman 100 Word Story writing prompt entry |
Sanity was never my strong suit. The things I've done could be passed off as being a boy. It indeed was not the case.
The way that mother looked at me spoke volumes. She realized early on that my mind had soured. But she didn't seem to mind, after all, she adored her only son. Father left when I was eleven; He feared me. He may have had cause to experience such emotion, as I stood at his bedside often with a butcher knife in hand. Now thirty, I've been dubbed the north end reaper. Out of respect, I suppose.
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