“You say your Dad used to bring you here all the time, Keith?”
“Yeah. There’s some great fishing in the lake about a mile north, Jerry. The old man loved fishing. I went because I loved him.”
“Lucky you. I was grateful when my Dad would take me to the neighborhood playground. We never hit it off like you and your Dad.”
Jerry glanced over at his newly wedded husband and saw “that look.” “You dreamed about him again last night, didn’t you?”
Keith looked down at the flat stones in the shallow water all around him remembering. Dad taught him how to skip rocks across the pond when he was seven. “Yeah. He was standing in our bedroom door asking how we were doing.”
“I’m sorry. I know you were really close.”
“I just wish I’d have come out to him before he died. I thought we had more time.”
“He wouldn’t have been like my Dad, Keith. You know that.”
“I know. I mean I know now. I really do miss him.”
I wrote this for the FFfAW Challenge for the Week of February 20, 2018. The idea is to use the image at the top to inspire creating a piece of flash fiction between 100 and 175 words long. My word count is 174.
I had a completely different story in mind until I saw the second figure on the left. Then I was stuck.
I had a dream within a dream last night (very rare for me). I dreamed I was dreaming about my Dad. He died last April and my wife just helped my Mom move into a senior care center. The missus brought back some of Dad’s jackets, hats, and stuff including a pair of Air Force flight gloves. He had a bunch of them going all the way back to when I was a kid.
Anyway, two guys in a pond in summer. I put it all together and came up with the story you just read. No, I’m not gay, but my Dad did die suddenly and you always wonder what you would have said or done differently if you have more time before the end.
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