Pearson and Sons by Carrie Hynds

He sways beneath the sign as it creaks in the breeze. Pearson & Sons: the law firm of his father, and his father before him, for five generations.

The spill from the streetlight turns the white sign orange. Sons. Sons. Sons. The word echoes in his head until it loses all meaning.

Only one of him now. He should change the sign altogether. Pearson & Ghosts. Pearson & No Sons. The Final Pearson.

And through the fog of single malt, at 3am on a Tuesday and at fifty-five years of age, Andrew Pearson quits his job.

It’s time to live.

Selected - Drabble - February

Published in Issue #27

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