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title: Father
genre: prose
project:
title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
css: paul
order: 37
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"Is man the natural thing that makes unnatural things" he thought to himself
as he looked out the kitchen window at the shed. He wondered who built the
shed for the first time since he'd been going out there. "Mom who built the
shed out back" he asked. "That was your father" she said.
His father. Paul had never met him. His mother had said when he was a kid
that his father was caught by a riptide while swimming in the ocean. He
hadn't noticed what was happening until the land was a thin line on the
horizon. He became exhausted swimming back and drowned. His body was found a
week later by the coroner's estimate. Paul never really believed this story
because his mother's face was sad in the wrong way when she told it.
She said he looked like his father but she also said all men look alike. Paul
realized he'd been standing at the kitchen window for a long time looking out
at the shed without realizing it. He went out to take an inventory of
everything inside.
"Where you going" asked his mother. "To the shed. I'll be back in a bit" he
said.
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