I wouldn’t call this “Flash fiction” but it came at me as I was reading about writing flash fiction so I decided to post it.

You told me I was the best. You said this to me many times. You told me I could compete against bigger, tougher opponents. You made me think that you cared. So when I said I wasn’t ready, what did you do? You told me to get the hell out and go home because you only wanted winners in your team.

Thank You, Dad.