Flash Fiction #32 – The Feud



I thought our wedding would kill the feud between families, 

but no one from my side showed up. 

Not even Mother. 

It stung. 

As a kid, when I asked how the feud began, 

everyone just shrugged. 

I assumed it happened so long ago no one knew.

John’s family attended. 

They took me in, 

particularly his sweet dad, 

so I’m irked when Nana “requests my presence”. 

I flip her the bird as she informs me 

I am to be removed from her will. 

She chews, 

mulls something over. 

“You know John’s father raped your mother, don’t you?”

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