“No man can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to one and despise the other.”
As you’ll see in the story below, it can apply to a lot of OTHER things as well.
Friday Fictioneers Editor-in-chief: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Photograph of Majorca courtesy of Dee Lovering. Well done, Dee!
I’d dreaded the day Nicole showed up at my doorstep.
“David, why didn’t you come when Papa was …?”
“He wasn’t MY dad, he was YOURS, Nicole!”
“You are his only son. He wanted to see you one final time and you weren’t there.”
“Like he was there for Mom?”
“He loved you, David. He told me so.”
“Loved me? When he came out from Majorca, Mom was just his business trip and I was the result!”
“But, we are his family, David. He wanted you and me to be friends.”
“I hate you! I hate who and why you are!”