As with so many young men, Tavian often failed to see eye to eye with his father. He failed to understand why his father was so obsessed with rules and foundations and being solidly rooted in all a man did. He left his childhood and his home behind on a cold October morning with harsh words on his tongue and anger in his heart.
Years passed with never reconciliation between them. Looking now on the derelict remains of that forgotten home; he understood now, with the wisdom only time and maturity grants, exactly what it was that he had lost.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt.