It’s been a while since I last posted, the last few weeks spent busy moving into our new house. Still lots to do, but finally I have the will, time and energy to pick up the quill, so to speak.
Anyway, moving forward, my 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers can be found below. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Dawn Q Landau.
As always, comments are appreciated. I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s difficult to get round to everyone. Therefore, I try to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. I also hit a random selection from the list. You know know what gems you will find.
Finally, a short word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.
A Mile in my Shoes
‘A mile in my shoes, lad!’
Wise words, so it seemed, whispered by an absent father dying in bed.
Over the years, I have sought refuge in those words, my only connection to this stranger. Warrior, poet, friend. Any who knew him used those words, yet still the mystery remained.
But today, an unexpected boon gave me context. His hide-bound journal sits open at my desk; how this came to pass, I cannot say. Reading its stained pages, I realise the journal is a baton of sorts, passing a sacred duty from father to son.
Armed with my father’s knowledge, his legacy is mine to continue. Retracing his footsteps, I travel to Peru in the morning, a son’s attempt to reconnect with his lost father.