Tagged #BLOG'S OVER GO HOME Posted on 7 November, 2013
my friend just made the typo ‘the walking dad’ and like
just a dad walking across a lonely deserted landscape, the ground cracked and sandy from drought. he tucks his pipe into the chest pocket of his red flannel shirt. ‘son,’ he says. ‘how was school.’ but there is no one else around. he continues walking. the walking dad.