This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follow the picture prompt below.
I hawk my father’s precious, but not fully appreciated, art work outside our ridiculous expensive rented space to tourists who have no idea how much talent is involved in their purchase.
I did not want to return to this busy, ugly, dirty city. My father says to try and embrace the city as it is, not some childhood memory that makes you both nostalgic and sick. Embrace it and make its fault your own.
Somewhere a lyric from a song plays in my mind. “Easier said then done.”
Oh Danny Boy! 
There’s wisdom in the father’s advice that we have to accept places (and people, and situations) as they are and not hold onto the past. Especially true when the memories bring pain. Well portrayed here.
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Not sure why I came up as ‘anonymous’ in my comment. It’s Margaret here, just in case I can’t get WP to recognise me.
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Recognizes you now. Thanks!
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Current reality can never live up to childhood memories.
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Sometimes it is the best of possibilities, sometimes it is a path to change. I wish time the better fork in the road! Well done!
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Or, put another way, “wherever you go, there you are.” Well done.
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Those childhood memories are extremely difficult to overcome. Good for him in trying. Engaging story, nicely written, Danny!
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Maybe it’s time he found another, better city.
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I found this post intriguing, went back twice to re-read it and make sure I caught the nuances. One thing I found important is that the son was trying to promote his father, when it’s usually the other way around.
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I love that he is there to help his father… even if he doesn’t like it. Though, I’m wondering what point there is to stay if he is so unhappy. He can arrange to visit his father…
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A decision must be made I think.
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Definitely
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People often don’t appreciate the skill that goes into other people’s creative work but it’s good that your storyteller does see his father’s talent.
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I’m with his Dad, there’s nothing to be gained by looking back!
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Maybe, by the time he reaches his father’s age, he will get to that place… Good writing, Danny. Glad to see you back.
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Thanks so much. Hope to be around more this year.
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You’re very welcome, and I hope so!
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It is indeed easier said than done, depending on how traumatic the memories are.
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Indeed.
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A similar way to the feeling I have for my home city. Nicely done Danny.
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Thanks for commenting. The same goes for me. I grew up in Flint Michigan!
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We’re all trapped by the past, aren’t we?
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Yup!
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Sometimes, you just must never look back. You raise this idea in the story–if you can not forget the bad memories of a place, then it is essential to move away.
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Well said!
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