(a short short story written in the format of http://www.sixsentences.blogspot.com/ -
Six Sentences uses a paragraph format. Six consecutive sentences. No poems, no bullets. The title of your piece should be no longer than 36 characters, including spaces (because 6x6=36). )
Vincent D’Angelo stood in the picture window, hands on hips, watching his four sons rake the lawn. Occasionally, he knocked on the glass to point out things that weren’t to his liking. The children tried to ignore him, and hoped he wouldn’t catch them laughing; they knew they couldn’t please him, and this was how they rebelled. Driven by fear that his children were growing up lazy without appreciation for the rewards of a job well-done, Vincent felt he was failing as a father. After dragging the bags of leaves to the curb, the children joined their parents for a dinner eaten in silence. In the days ahead, neighbors would stop to observe Vincent’s perfect, leaf-free lawn, for they had kids of their own, and would admonish them, "Why can’t you be more like the D’Angelo children?"
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