Some time ago, I presented myself with a challenge to write a fictional short story because I’d never written one before and I wanted to see if I could.
The result was rejected by at least three magazines and lost one contest, but I think it was a success.
I proved something to myself, which was enough.
Since Sue’s prompt today is “story,” now seems like a good time to post this one.
I guess it’s a tale about how some things change as years go by, and some things stay the same.
This story was supposed to be a tale about a time when I made a sound investment, which grew with work and then yielded plenty of dividends.
Instead, it’s about a loss.
The moral of this story is simple. Life doesn’t go how I plan, and sometimes my plans make me sick.
The man in this picture is my mama’s daddy. The boy beside him called him Pappaw.
The boy grew up to be me.
The man didn’t have much longer to live, which brings me to my wish.
Shortly after I woke up this morning, the news hit me like a ton of bricks. (more…)
I know I posted about my Pawpaw yesterday, but when you live 83 years and have as much wisdom as he did your life is full of stories. I thought I’d share one more. (more…)