Texts from My Dad that Could Be Microfiction

• Bad news. I broke your side mirror.
• I’m throwing scissors at you right now.
• You’re fine. But. Go to urgent care if it gets worse.
• Didn’t our family used to be five?
• Excited. Nervous. Overwhelmed.
• Make mom your beneficiary.
• Got mail for you from the City of Chicago Finance Dept. that says Open Immediately.
• What have you heard.
• Melanoma, carcinoma, some kind of noma.
• Snowy, but not insane.
• Are you going to eat the Big Juan?