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Sunday Micro Fiction: Fifty Words, One of Them Oedipus


The son asked me who ed-a-push was.

A king, I answer. He thought he knew it all.

Like you? he asks.

My son says it without sarcasm. Really, it is he who's Oedipus, how little he knows of his father--eyes blind, tiny, like those pills hidden among the Skittles.


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