He kissed our baby daughter, sat our son upon his knee, "I'm off to see the world," he told us.
Meanwhile my son became a doctor, my daughter produced darling granddaughters...
One day he returned, satiated, seeking companionship.
"I've been waiting," I murmured...
"now I'm off to see the world."
Wow, that hit me in the stomach.
You said short story and you meant it. It was short and it was a story, a sad one too. Even though it was short, he left for a long time, and missed alot and then was alone. That's the funny thing about time, it goes by to quick and if you stop to smell the roses...well, you end up like him.
It's like one of my favorite sayings; If you have one foot in yesterday and one foot in tommorrow then you end up (#%*@*%) all over today.
Do I make any sense? Sorry if I don't.
By the way what is Flash Fiction. Ted
Posted: Jun 28, 2008