© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Santiago set his guitar on its stand, and then closed the cover on “the Beatles complete easy guitar” book. This small upstairs room was his refuge, someplace where he could visit his youth. Aging fingers would never be as nimble again, nor his voice as clear.

He whispered,

“Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away…”

Hearing a car pull up, he walked across the room to the window that overlooked the driveway and smiled. His children and grandchildren were here. Today, he turned sixty-four and would let himself rejoice in the present and whatever future he had left.

I wrote this for the Rochelle Wisoff-Fields writing challenge. The idea is to use the image above as the prompt for writing a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long. My word count is 99.

When I saw the songbook (I looked it up on Amazon to verify the title), I immediately thought of Paul McCartney’s Yesterday, but since I turn 64 next month, When I’m Sixty-Four also came to mind. Growing older is often a mixture of anticipation and regrets. You can never go home again, but you can sometimes visit.

To read other stories based on the prompt, go to

57 thoughts on “Yesterday

    • I don’t think he’s ready for the grave yet, but as Picard said in the 1994 film “Star Trek: Generations,” Lately, I’ve become aware that there are more years behind than there are ahead.”

      Of course that was nearly 25 years ago, and Patrick Stewart is still plugging along.

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  1. Dear James,

    You aren’t fall off on the photo. It’s my husband’s getaway room downstairs. Of course I hear Sir Paul singing in my ear…”When I get older, losing my hair…” 😉




  2. Life sure isn’t over at 64… and for some it’s their prime! All in your head, I say… Because some are not given the chance to make it there and others go way past it. Methinks it is a good thing to live each moment.
    I think his life is pretty darn good


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