Perpetual Mixtape

We were in the kitchen when Dad reached the end. It was like watching him drop a fifty-pound sack he had been carrying our entire lives. We had never believed the story (the sounds of ‘78, the genie, the squandered wish, etc.) but when he reached the end of the Perpetual Mixtape, we saw before us a new man. He dropped the knife and looked out the window, beaming, smiling. “I’m going for a walk,” he said, to no one in particular, and when we asked if he wanted company, he shushed us, then grabbed his keys and walked out.

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Title by: Ran Gamboa
Story by: Nick

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