Random #50WordFiction, just coz. More like #autofic I'm about to read some more Lydia Davis and she's rubbing off on me.

My son sends me a picture of the meal he is enjoying with my ex in Mexico after a day of fishing---no faces, but the hands and shoulder of a person I don’t recognize. But then I realize it must be him, and I’m sad I’m no longer sure.

#microfiction

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