The (Little) Rock Wall

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A fictional short story involving a father, son, and their relationship.

Submitted: February 05, 2015

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There were times when I thought my Dad was kind-of boring and sometime regimented. And he didn't have much of a sense of humor, as far as I could see. It's true, we weren't around one another much and I don't remember much in the way of jokes or laughter.

He always seemed to have answers for things I did not care to know. And quite frankly, I did not want to discuss them because I thought they were boring.

He and I didn't see eye to eye on much and he doesn't follow any of the ball teams playing today. The only players he knows played in the 60's.

I know, I could invite him to a poker game once in awhile, but I'm not sure that he would get along with my friends.

After all, he always thinks he's right, it doesn't matter what the subject is, he always has an answer, the right answer. He doesn't say so, but I know he doesn't think I am right about much.

Anyway, I'm getting off track here. I'll start over and get to the point.

One day, I go over to his place, and Dad is building a rock wall, not with big rocks, he has the small rocks. One of these rocks could be lifted with one hand.

Well I am no builder, but even I know that the wall will get done faster using basketball sized rocks and I told him so.

“Dad,” I said, “Why don't you buy bigger rocks for the wall?”

“Big rocks are heavy,” was his reply.

I laughed and jokingly replied, “Well O.K.., but at this rate you will be dead before this wall is finished.”

He just looked at me and said, “Well, you may be right”.

My Dad past away a few months later and as I was going through his stuff I found a shoe-box with my name on it.   Inside the box, I found a rock and a small can of mortar patch. There was a note attached and it said, “Well Son, you were right. Will you finish the wall for me? --- LOL. --- Much Love, Dad.

 

D. Thurmond / JEF  ---  02 - 04 – 2015


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