So Now We Circle
There had been weekly meals – home cooked – almost always one of the dishes was one of my favorites. Mom had been the family glue. Dad- always on the outside listening in. That was his social gifting… Listening. Without Mom… we were just seven islands circling – desiring to connect- but the center of family had been removed.
Dad had been bread-winner. He had out-sourced himself into a world of farming and small engine mechanics and work as a postal carrier. He had so many varied talents. But social interaction was not one of them.
So now we circle.
Written for Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge: Requirements: September 30, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a return to home. What does it mean to return? Is it to reconnect, discover or let go? It can be a town, house, farm, castle or ruins. It can be a country or family, one of origin or one adopted. What does the return impart?
So beautiful, written with respect and nostalgia for one’s family roots. As adult we reflect differently on our parents, don’t we? Wonderful flash!
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Really loved this flash and happy I came across your blog as part of Charli’s Flash Fiction Challenge! Looking forward to reading more! 🙂
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Thanks for the read and the comments!
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Hopefully someone will take on the role of ‘glue’.
There are others who circle too. Vultures…just waiting to attach.
Thanks for your visit to my post on the prompt.
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