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Inheritance.

My friend Shaun writes compassionate and elegant stories which you should read and say hi. Tell him I sent you

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From a writing prompt from the lovely Jenna.

The dream had been vivid.  He had no doubt it had been as a result of the scathing criticism he had received at the hands of his father that morning.

‘What the hell is it with you, boy?’ He hollered. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing? I’m about as fed up with you as I can be. You need to buck your ideas up or get the hell outta my house.’

His house.  That was a joke. As if the man had ever done anything for his family apart from keep them just off the poverty line.  Financially and emotionally.

The house was the pub the boy had grown up in, and the house where he was watching his mother try to make a home, but the odds were stacked against her so much that the constant drive to improve…

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