After five-year-old Barry and his Grandpa were done playing in the park, the little boy stood marveling at the giant, rusty wheel, while Grandpa went to get the picnic basket.
Bubbe had made their favorite split pea soup and they sat eating and reading comic books in the wheel’s comforting shadow.
Grandpa said it used to be a monument, but people forgot what to. For Grandpa, it was a symbol of family, something big and enduring that has no beginning or end.
Grandpa’s latest tests showed he was still cancer free. He and Barry were here to celebrate.
I wrote this in response to the Rochelle Wisoff-Fields photo writing challenge. The idea is to use the photo at the top of the page to write a piece of flash fiction no longer than 100 words. My story today is 98 words long.
To read more stories based on the prompt, go to InLinkz.com.
I know I write a whole bunch of endearing little stories about Grandpas and grandkids. I might have written this one differently if the photo didn’t contain a small child.
This story is very, very loosely based on a “road trip” I took with my son David some years back. He served in the Marine Corps and suffered a number of injuries he believes he should have been receiving disability payments for. The local VA did an evaluation, but David wanted a second opinion, so they sent us to the VA in Walla Walla, Washington.
We made a day of it. My wife really did make homemade split pea soup for us. We told stories during the drive, David played videos on his phone, and I was reading the graphic novel “V for Vendetta” on the trip.
We finally arrived back home in Boise exhausted, but we had a great time. To this day, it’s one of my favorite adventures with my son.
The scene in the photo looks vaguely like the grounds of the VA in Walla Walla, which is a converted fort.
Sorry if I’m writing too many schmaltzy tales, but if at all possible, I prefer happy endings.