I Must Miss the Ol’ Man

I had a dream this afternoon (during one of my many Saturday naps) that I was back in my parents’ house in Needham and that we were under attack by a serial killer. The serial killer had managed to blow the hinges off the back door, and was about to come in and get us, and my father said, “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll just fix that right up.” And then he pulled out a tackle box full of tools and repaired the hinge.

Take that, serial killer!

Published by Jen Hubley Luckwaldt

I'm a freelance writer and editor.

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