I’m Glad He’s Gone

I bequeath to you my best left shoe
These past ten years I’ve had no use of it
What use when I’ve no foot to put in it?
When your father pushed me over the railings at the zoo
He left me legless
Crocodiles… though he claimed he didn’t know it
Glad he didn’t bequeath to you
His love of square ribbed dark bottles
His passion for the fiery spirit
That nothing within him could inhibit
Fighting, smashing, yelling
I’m glad he’s gone, my son

85 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Bequeath

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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14 Responses to I’m Glad He’s Gone

  1. A wonderfully creative use of the picture prompt Crispina.


  2. Dale says:

    Yowza. Quite a different take from the other one using this shoe!!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Brian Bixby says:

    Well, this is weird as all heck. A somewhat different tone from you than in recent past, Crispina.
    But, then again, a good author should be able to manage many a different tone. I sometimes worry I get locked up in my peculiar sense of humor.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Bill says:

    A bit of dark magic. Nicely done, if painful.

    Liked by 1 person

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