Iamartis

Father Dump truck and the Goldfish... I was seven when they told me father died. So long had it been since I had seen him That all that was left was a dump truck full of pennies, and a voice from the living room calling 'Don't make a mess- with those damn pennies!' Standing tiny in the kitchen barefoot and confused, didn't know that people died like the goldfish. But we do. Didn't want me to go to the funeral. Didn't want me to remember him floating in a tank all dead and slimy. Years have past to the point I can't remember. My father was a dump truck full of pennies...