My Dad

by Devin Myles

My dad wasn’t a nice man. Much of my energy was spent secretly inventing more and more elaborate ways to kill him. A head-on collision wasn’t one of them. When I heard the details, tears filled my eyes and I had to look away. They thought it was comforting to tell me that his death was near instantaneous; that he never suffered. I was ten years old at the time.


Devin Myles is an imaginary figure who set up a website for his short stories during a pandemic and started tweeting doodles from here.