Friday, May 2, 2014

Faded Youth

Copyright - Renee Heath
Staring at the wax congealed on the tabletop, the waiter found it a fitting analogy for the wrinkled, liver-spotted entourage that had so recently cavorted here. In reality they were as spent and wasted as the candle’s essence, clinging to a solidity they no longer possessed.

Granted, a 50th wedding anniversary was an event of some import but hardly worth the undignified behavior of the revelers.

While he found it sad that the oldsters still clung so fiercely to a youth long gone, he failed to realize his relentlessly-dour attitude had stolen away his own youth just as surely.

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


  1. Great story, lots packed into few words. The only thing I would change is the use of the word "own" twice in the last sentence. I would lose one of them (I pick the first one, for what that's worth - not a whole lot). :)

  2. Poor guy. He doesn't see the joy in such an event.

  3. Some great language choices. In particular, I enjoyed your reference to "the wrinkled, liver-spotted entourage that had so recently cavorted here." Great story!

  4. I like the contrast you showed between the two age groups, Jeffrey. When he gets to be as old as those he looks down on, I hope he has their joy in life, something he doesn't seem to have now.


  5. Jeffrey, Good use of words in describing the waiter's thoughts. :) Poor waiter. I'm afraid that growing older will be extremely unpleasant for him. :( Well written. :)