Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Rooted In The Past


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. 

2 comments:

  1. Very nice take on this prompt. I love the way you translated the photographic imagry into words in the first paragraph.

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  2. The least surprising event in this tale is the common ground most of us walk when young, but that is also the deepest reaction etched in our soul. We rebel, we rebel against nothing and when we realise that... it is too late!

    Or maybe not!

    Very nice tale! Thank you!

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