Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Flash Fiction

This comes from the old man sleeping on the bench.


As he watched the weathered old man sleeping it took him back to a happier time. He pictured his grandfather on Thanksgiving. How, right after the meal, he would go to the recliner, turn on the football game, and fall asleep as he and the rest of the grandchildren would play around him. Those were the good ol' days. The days of innocence. The days before he realized this world isn't fair.

2 comments:

  1. Good start to the story Pat. I am like the grandfather on Thanksgiving....Right to the recliner and then right to sleep. Thanks, Nick

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  2. This is a very real piece. I can see this being almost anyone. I'd like to see even more with it.

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