“Low. Sperm. Count. Loser.”

My father’s mocking voice echoes from beyond the grave.

Of all eight children he’d always reserved special contempt for me, the eldest.

Ironically, I may have inherited fertility problems from him.

DNA tests prove my siblings weren’t his.

Mother needed love too.

She sought it elsewhere.

First published on my Hive blog: https://peakd.com/hive-161155/@felt.buzz/sperm–a-50-word-story-written-using-the-freewrite-prompt


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