50 Word Thursdays # 19

The rules

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  • Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.
  • Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it.

This weeks phrase:What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had! – Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll

He entered the study and looked around. It hadn’t changed much in the years he’d been away. Father may have added a few pieces, but he despised change. Perhaps that’s why they hadn’t spoken for years. Now, it’s too late.

He picked up a book that evoked powerful images of his childhood. He’d been just as stubborn as his father, letting time pass without speaking. Today, only memories remained.

Ethan walked to the desk and opened the drawer. Father kept it all these years. A photo of them fishing. They caught nothing, but he remembered picking up that arrowhead and giving it to him.

Each thing he touched aroused another memory. Guilt washed over him. How could he have been so selfish? He vowed not to be like him, yet he was. The last time they spoke it ended in an argument. Now, he’d never have the chance to apologize.

This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge, this week
Kristian, Tales From the Mind of Kristian.

Give it a try. You might be surprised at what you can compose.

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