This 100-word microfiction hits fairly close to home for me. I really enjoyed writing this one.

You think he would have come to grieve with his family. People around gossiped as he walked into the room in jeans, a t-shirt, and no sadness on his face. He ignored them; they weren’t his priority, just noise. It was the man in the casket he came for — his father.

”Oh, he has some nerve,” one of the attendees comments. ”He wasn’t even around when his father was sick for months. No show. No phone call. Nothing.”

“We’ll see how fast he disappears again once he hears that there’s no money in the will,” someone joked. “A damn shame.”