“One time after school my senior year I came home and found my dad’s Audi parked in the driveway, my dad sitting behind the wheel. I waved at him but he didn’t wave back. I went inside and did some homework and screwed around on Nintendo and called people on the phone. Then Neal came over to pick me up in his Jetta so we could go cruise Melrose or Sunset and talk to girls the way we always did, and when I left the house I saw my dad sitting there, still belted into the driver’s seat of his convertible, hands on the wheel at ten and two like he was thinking hard about driving someplace else.”
From “Dad Thing” by Jonathan Durbin, recommended by Electric Literature. Read it for free tomorrow in Electric Literature’s weekly fiction magazine, Recommended Reading.