Friday, April 5, 2013

Eye Of The Beholder

Photo courtesy Scott Vannater with permission
Copyright Indira

Jacob stared at the scraggly, misshapen limbs with unabashed confusion. It looked as if the tree had been fashioned in wax and cooled into its current, unappealing form. Surely, Opa Hans was mistaken and it was some other tree they sought. 

Hans chuckled at the boy. “Ja, I know it don’t look like much now, junge. But sitting right under that ugly thing was where Oma Frieda said she would be my wife. And that will, forever, make it a beautiful thing to these old eyes.”

He only hoped the boy would someday find such a place of beauty himself.

This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt.


  1. Nice story and great depiction of the grandfather/grandchild relationship. I never knew either of my grandfathers, so I always love stories like this. Great job.

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  2. Aw, how sweet! And I actually like the way it looks. It has character.

  3. Aww. How sweet. But I like the tree! Looks like it will big and shady with leaves.

  4. I've just read Renee's story - seems like Hans could be Renee's MC when he's old. Nice tale.

  5. Very nice! I love "unabashed confusion" and your description of the tree. Lovely story.

  6. Dear Jeffrey,
    A very tender story. I hope the grandson appreciates his grandfather. I enjoyed this.

  7. Nicely written Jeffrey. I loved the contrast between what Jacob and Opa saw when they looked at the tree. We all see beauty in different things. :)

  8. Good work Jeffrey! I particularly lived the Dutch detail that gives the tale an exotic feel with little effort.

  9. I too enjoy stories of generations bonding, nice one.