MEMORIAL - a story in one hundred words

MEMORIAL
I was fourteen, running away from my stepfather, ducked in here out of the rain and practically fell over Mike. He gave me one of his coats.It was our home for months till they caught me shoplifting and put me in care, but then the social worker tried it on so I came back to Mike.Five years we had before his cough turned worse. I got us into a shelter but it was too late.The Social cremated him and gave me his ashes. That’s his grave there – the only dad I ever had worth the name.

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