Genetics

The man he had hated for more than a decade was facing him, asking to meet his ex-wife. He controlled his rage with some effort. His nerves threatened to burst with pain.

“Why do you wish to meet her?”

“She is my sister.”

“She never had a brother.”

“She is ashamed to talk about me. I have just been released from jail.”

A decade spun around his eyes in a flash.

He had found a photograph of Susan with this guy in the attic drawer. Their son looked exactly like him. He had divorced her, despite her pleas of innocence.

(100 words)

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #31 by Sammi Cox


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