I’ve been pretty lucky in the family department, personally. Get on well with all my siblings, no real in-law problems to speak of (a few of them might look a little sideways at me from time to time, but hell, I look a little sideways at myself from time to time), so no real complaints.
But shit happens. I hear about it all the time. And nothing seems to bring that shit to the fore like having some dough to fight over. I’m reminded of the first line in Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina: “Happy familes are all alike: every unhappy family is unhappy in it’s own way.”
So here’s the set up, folks. There’s a death in the family — it can be Dad, Mom, a rich uncle, you decide. That death leaves something up for grabs. And the lesser angels of everybody’s nature come out to play as they all try to get their piece of it. You’ve got 1000 words and almost a month to show us what dysfunctional really means. Leave a comment if you wanna play, and when your story is ready, shoot me the link to whatever dark little corner of the web you hide out in. On July 23, my birthday, I’ll post all the links and everybody can run home and hug their mommies. Or punch them in the mouth, whatever.
And I’m gonna sweeten the pot just a tad here, peeps. First, for every story entered, I’m donating five bucks to Heartsprings, a center for children with Autism in Wichita, Kansas. In the interest of full disclosure, my son Nick was there for six years, and those folks did him a ton of good. Second, as I will be off in the wilds of Maine on vacation for a week starting on July 23, I’ll have plenty of time to read through the entries. And my favorite will be awarded some kinda prize I pick out whilst there. Might be a t-shirt, could be a yacht. Probably more like a t-shirt, but who the hell knows?
Have at it folks. Oughta be fun.