dad says fists speak louder than words @ Ellipsis zine


fuck em up he said, and they wont touch u. theyll leave you well alone. them were his rules. fists speak louder than words. he went everywhere wiv fists of action like bombs ready to go off. he wudnt let me hold his hand when i fell over, when i needed someone to hold on to, when our house flooded and i went after my dog messi who went out the window and into the river runnin down our street. i had to swim. i had to save myself.


so i thought he only had fists for me too.

Read the rest in Ellipsis Zine:three here…

Published by FJ Morris

Author & Director of Oxford Flash Fiction Prize. West Country bumpkin who can't kill anything but characters. Loves to grow big stories and big plants. Always looking for omens and four leaf clovers.

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