My latest “100 Word Stories” microfiction. Really cutting it close, lol.

Title: The Bronze Age

Yup. That’s me, lying on my deathbed. I know. I know. I looked so pathetic right now.

My daughter was with me, though not her husband. Always a busy one, that guy. Just like me.

My son wasn’t here either. He didn’t bother. I’m certain that he hated me. Why shouldn’t he? I’ve always favored his sister. Probably because she was more like me. Like his mother, my son didn’t care about my life’s work. He was more into sports, had no interest in archeology.

I had spent so much time in the Bronze Age, more so than the present.