“Open your coffin, son. It’s time.”

“Can’t I stay up, watch the sunrise? Just once?”

Head shake.

“Will you read me another coffintime story?”

“You’re almost two hundred years old,” Dad sighs. “When you gonna grow up? “

“Never,” I remind him. “Kinda your fault for coming home thirsty that time.”

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A fifty-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters writing prompt on Hive, “open your coffin”

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