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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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