Below is my 100 word (plus a bit) story in response to this weeks photo prompt from Madison Woods for #FridayFictioneers. (The phot is shown below.) Thanks for reading and commenting. Be sure to check out the other stories at http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/placeholder/ and don’t forget to post your own.
Last year deep in his winter, weakened by the effort of holding on through eighty-five turns round the sun, my father at last let go and was gone from us. When we buried him beneath the bare trees that grace our valley, my son, Scott, stood tall and straight beside his new wife as tears glistened in his eyes.
They’ve had their first child since then and named him after Alan. Scott’s long summer is just beginning; all around him life bursts forth in green riot and he sees only his season.
I write to tell him I love him.
Later he’ll understand as he walks the path I now tread beneath fall’s rustling eloquence.
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