Friday Fictioneers for 8/21/2020 (One Last Time)

Many thanks to Rochelle @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for pointing me to another photo-inspired Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge she presents is to write a story based on the photo prompt, provided today by Ted Strutz.

My task is to write a complete story in 100 words or less.

Photo by Ted Strutz ©

Title: One Last Time
Genre: Fiction (Southern Gothic)
Word count: 100

***

Abject fear hit me when I saw his house, familiar feelings founded on my childhood nightmares with an abusive father and an enabling mother.

I love South Carolina’s low country but have few good memories, a good place with fine people. But not him.

I walked the three steps to front door. A gunshot stunned me. I ducked, looked around, then carefully opened the door.

He put the WWII .45 on the table and said, “Safety’s broke. I ain’t goin’ to no death house.”

“Well, Dad, you cannot live here. And you damn sure ain’t livin’ with me. Now pack!”

***


Look both ways for the life you’ve lived.
Mind the gap like a bad dream.

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34 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers for 8/21/2020 (One Last Time)

  1. Just as well the safety’s broke. Would have made an extra mess to have to clean.
    I take it the old man has been seen not fit to live on his own and no way in hell should the son take him on. Well-written story, Bill.

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  2. Oh, Bill! You had me with South Carolina, low country! That house would surely fit the scene of the south. Great story! I’ve been thinking about participating in the Friday Fictioneers and think I might have a story for this photo prompt. What do you think?

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  3. It does get sticky in those later years, where the relationship has been toxic, but you’re placed in a position of being responsible for that person. Been there done that. No way you won’t be a villain and a hero at the same time. Good story, Bill.

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    1. Today, I am sure there would have been legal issues, but Mom protected him (not mine). My inspiration was Pat Conroy’s relationship with his father, who very abusive.

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