One

The son is with his alcoholic father for the weekend. The father is tall, spindly, a humanoid creature. One of its legs is noticeably larger than the other. It’s hair is matted under an old baseball cap, and it’s shaking hands don’t know what they are reaching for. It rarely comes out of its den, but if one should meet it on the street, one would become instantly sad and scurry away. No one will befriend it or give it a job. The…