My Only Son

I lost track of him somewhere along the way. In the overgrown field I think. But that was the plan all along wasn’t it? Drag him out here under the guise of picking watermelons and go home without him. Not very humane, but I can’t afford to feed him any longer. It’s better this way.

This story was written for the 55 Word Challenge. Click through to see the prompt photos–I used all 3, but you need only use 1–if you’d like to take part and to read the other stories.

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