This post is written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #5- 2016
The last time, everything fit in three duffles.
The college he attended was only sixty five miles away but the big attraction was that he could stay in an off campus apartment instead of his parent’s home. He was only a average student in high school so the land grant college suited him just fine. All he wanted was four years of freedom to party before he had to try and find employment.
His parents had bought him a new Ford Mustang for his high school graduation. Plus they forked over his tuition, books and fees, and his portion of the rent for the new apartment he shared with three of his best friends. His mother, without his dad’s knowledge, also provided him with $100 weekly allowance.
He came home every three weeks to visit his parents. Three weekends of heavy duty partying and one weekend to placate the parents. He had a good deal and he knew it.
This was the “parent” weekend. He raced through the apartment picking up his dirty cloths. Has he headed out he looked in the backseat of the Barcelona Red Mustang and saw that it now took four duffle bags to hold his laundry.
He’s going to be in deep trouble the day he has to face reality. Gravy trains only last so long! Wonderful story.
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