“You seem depressed, Joey. The older man looked at his nine-year-old grandson sitting on the bench beside him.
“I’ve got less than two weeks of freedom left.”
“What do you mean?”
“School. I won’t be able to hang out with you at the park and tell stories.”
“I thought you liked school.”
The boy absent-mindedly caused a small whirlwind to lift some water from the lake to the roots of a nearby tree. “I guess so, but every year it gets harder.”
“Every year, you get smarter, and the discipline’s good for you. By the way, so close to the lake, the tree doesn’t need extra water.”
“I know. I was just bored.”
“That’s exactly why you need to go to school. You’ve had plenty of rest and now your restless.” Grandpa casually waved his hand and adjusted the humidity level of the dirt under the tree to optimal levels.
“Do you think I’ll ever be as good a wizard as you, Grandpa?”
“Keep going to school and practicing. You’ll make a great sorcerer one day.”
I wrote this for the 177th FFfAW Challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. The idea is to use the image above as a prompt to craft a piece of flash fiction between 100 and 175 words long. My word count is 175.
Initially, I didn’t think I’d write for the prompt this week since it seemed similar to something I’d seen just recently, but then again, I considered that a challenge too.
My grandson really is lamenting that he has less than two weeks of freedom until summer vacation ends and he has to go back to school. Since we hang out a lot together and tell stories, I decided to mine that conversation with a slight twist.
To read other stories based on the prompt, visit InLinkz.com.