By Eva Rivers

Mum wants me to go live with Dad so that she and Dave can have some quality time. Dad said he’d love to have me stay but Maisie’s about to pop and they can barely cope with her own two. I said, Dad I’m your own but he didn’t reply. Next day Mum screamed down the phone at him and cried. Dave called me a waste of bloody skin. I called Jake who’s never home (good riddance, said Mum). Get the hell out, quick as you can, was his advice. But who’ll take care of Fido? He only loves me.

Bio: Eva Rivers’ fiction has appeared in Fictive Dream, Firefly Magazine, Storgy and Scribble.

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