David’s father by Allen Saxon

David’s father now undressed in the garage. He put his clothes in the washer on his way down the basement stairs to the guest bedroom where he showered and redressed. The dinner tray was placed on the stairs. His father ate sitting on the bottom step while David spoke from the top. In the morning his father was gone before David was awake. Last year was more fun when there were hugs and ice cream after soccer, but there was a certain pride when David’s teacher told his class that his father was the brave ICU doctor who ran the city’s Covid unit.