Fiction 59 submission #1
Jun. 20th, 2004 07:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
create_destinytitle: Camping with Dad
"No curling irons."
"But Dad!" I winced, tears welling up in my eyes.
"You won't need it in the woods."
I stomped away, knowing the futility of protesting. Maybe if I killed myself my father would understand. At my funeral photographers would snap pictures of my father's anguished face. Headlines would proclaim, "13 Year-Old Girl Dead, Father Unreasonable."
"No curling irons."
"But Dad!" I winced, tears welling up in my eyes.
"You won't need it in the woods."
I stomped away, knowing the futility of protesting. Maybe if I killed myself my father would understand. At my funeral photographers would snap pictures of my father's anguished face. Headlines would proclaim, "13 Year-Old Girl Dead, Father Unreasonable."
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Date: 2004-06-20 07:16 pm (UTC)