Marcus stared at the monthly allowance from his estranged father. The cheque arrived sans an apology or closure, yet again.
He tossed the paper on his rickety table. "Maybe someday," he whispered with a mixture of hope and weariness.
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I thought it's meant to be 100 words?
Is it 50 now?
240 characters actually.
I see..