Dad's not been the same since mum died. He thinks I'm stupid and immature. He says "I'm too young to understand" . Dad slumps around the house leaving empty cans of lager in his wake. drunk, He's always drunk, thats why me and skip have to be independent. He cares about me, because mum did. he doesn't neglect me. but he doesn't know how to love anymore. i fear him. he can get angry, thats why we are in our wood. its our escape hatch, our midnight dreams, our safe heaven. just us and no one else.
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The Yellow Wood
Short StoryThis is my first short story about the events of a curious and adventurous young boy and his dog named skip.
