“May I sit?” my dead father asked.
I nodded. I had summoned him, after all.
This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt:
This weekend’s challenge is to give us a story or snippet of a story which includes, in exactly 33 words, a justified exclamation point. Make us believe that your exclamation point simply needs to be in your story. The writer with the most believable exclamation wins.