We’re having a time at Home Again, but I miss my dad

There’s a back room-mine-back there.

He’s sitting. Surprised. Standing, probably in disbelief.

Go for it, I’m thinking. Why not?

I go for it.

Bill, Barnswell?

Can I be in your religion?

Yours?Your bunch’s dying out. Even though it’s been around a lot longer than Christianity or Islam.

I don’t think there’s even a Jerry Falwell in your church. So. I wanna be in.



Tyler Dempsey is losing his mind. He wrote, Newspaper Drumsticks. And, is a fiction reader at X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine. Find him on Twitter @tylercdempsey.

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