A full second after he bellowed “Go”, Caleb prodded his steed. There’d be no joking of unfair advantages.
Father was always making jovial competitions out of life’s decisions; forcing him into father/son skirmishes… Compelling him to persevere… Placing a challenge just beyond his reach… Wanting him to experience the sweet sweat of a victory well fought… Learning to rise again after a hard defeat.
Caleb used to think that his father didn’t approve of some of his decisions… But Father fought- and sometimes won- decisions that Caleb knew were good decisions.
The night of his celebration into clanship, Caleb asked his father about their constant fights. “Life seems too easy for you, lad. You succeed at everything. It’s my job to make sure you to mount every obstacle that challenges you.. as if the entire world against you.”
The race… permission to court Isabella.
There were many others that dreamed of her.
He would have to fight – maybe even Isabella’s father…
But with this one, he wanted to know Father was in his corner.
With this one, he may have to fight the world to win.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a flash story of 150 words.