If there is one thing I’m terribly awful at, that’s a 55-er… How much ever I enjoy them, for the life of me, I can’t write one. This is for none of those who enjoy 55-ers, but my own feeble attempt at consoling myself!
He had to leave town, and with his family. He didn’t know where he’d go but somewhere where his respectability wouldn’t be questioned, for sure!
“Damn it, Dad. Why did you have to do it to me?”
He had had done enough explaining why his wife was his grandmother, and his step-daughter, his step-mother!
Word Count: 54 (:P)