I received the expected yet dreaded call. Traveling the world for most of my adult life, I was called back to where I began. Going through the garage was a significant challenge. He had been a hoarder, kept everything just in case.
Sifting through the mountains of debris, I found a globe he and I made for a third-grade project, with continents made of salt. Blobs which now are three dimensional and well-defined. The unknown now known. He instilled in me a desire to see the world. He gave me everything, roots as I grew and wings to fly away.
“There are two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots; the other, wings.” (Hodding Carter)
“Friday Fictioneers” is a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields, to write a story using only 100 words in response to a photo prompt. This week’s photo was provided by Douglas M. McIlroy.
I wrote my first story a year ago now, on December 16, 2017. I’ve enjoyed immensely being a part of this encouraging group of writers. To add your own story or read others from this week, visit HERE.