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FThe Meeting

These four drabbles work best if read in order. They are The Meeting (100 words), The Facts of Life (500 words), Where do Babies Come From? (400 words), and Do You Want to Touch it? (300 words).

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Murdoch stood at the window, a mixture of fear and anticipation gripping him as his sons approached. What had Harlan told Scott? What lies had Maria fed Johnny?

A knock sounded. “It’s open!”

They entered slowly and stood, watching. Scott, so solemn and worldly. Johnny, who looked on the verge of fight or flight. What did they know?

“Drink?”

They declined.

“I want a drink.” He wanted the bottle.

“You got something to say, old man,” said Johnny, “say it.”

Murdoch took a gulp, cleared his throat. “Boys, it’s time we talked about the birds and the bees.”

 

 

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