This was the fifth time your son missed his school this week, the headmistress informed.
Ken was aware of the growing distance between him and his 16-year-old.
Prodding would’ve incensed the teenager further, therefore he decided to follow him next day. Instead of taking the road to school, the young lad turned towards an abandoned garage on the corner of the street and joined a bunch of boys who were jamming inside.
Hiding behind the bushes, Ken watched his son passionately strumming the chords. Memories of a dream that was long crushed by his strict father came flooding back.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers
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